Okay, here’s something worth mentioning: John was now consistently backed up by his brother Jason, who did inking on his pencils and sometimes, as here, took over on the coloring. Although the two have distinct “root styles,” they’re both pretty adaptable and most people didn’t notice any sort of transition at all.

Phil’s script: Tectonicus’ immense size and burning presence fills out the entirety of the page. Like a God, his presence is all. It is all consuming, all dominating, all growing, all-existing. Harky is so small, comparatively, that he is just barely recognizable. They speak while the fires of eternity rage behind them, the spirits of the elements of all kinds swirling around, still no match for Tectonicus’ immensity.