Comic page | Chapter 4 | Page 8

Throughout the story, the structure of the pages changes, consisting of the text for the narration accompanied by an image in a style evoking fable and fantasy, its atmosphere painted in shades of green and red.

There are 3 panels.

PANEL 1: “It was a dark day, dark as the night. Nobody remembered how long it’d been since the Sun cowered in fear. Only a faint reddish light and greenish reflections managed to soak through the clouds, covering everything in an unnatural cloak. The wind was also silent, still, without anyone knowing where it was coming from or where it was going, or even if it was there at all or had left never to return”. The image reveals a somewhat gloomy forest, with thin, long trees, and many skinny, bare branches. A bird is sitting on one of the branches.

PANEL 2: “The townsfolk gathered in cold and terror in front of the mayor's house, like sheep waiting for the wolf. Their homes no longer felt safe. The cattle were disappearing, leaving no trace, not even of their bones. Something was spying on them from the forest, eager for them to be careless, eager to make its move. They had all experienced something that did not allow them to sleep in this eternal, never-ending night”. The image shows a house with a tiled roof supported by wooden columns, its doors and windows closed. The townspeople stand in front of it, looking at each other, worried.

PANEL 3: “The mayor came out of his home and spoke to his people, who looked at him expectantly. Behind the mayor emerged a man with big hands and a strong back, a man who had no fear in his eyes, a man whose limbs did not tremble. It was Loch, the village hunter, the best archer the woods have ever known.” In the picture, the mayor appears; a small, bald, elderly man in a suit with a long beard and dark glasses. The mayor publicly presents Loch, the giant hunter. The man is a good three heads taller than him and is also quite corpulent in width. He has long, straight, black hair. His bushy eyebrows obscure his gaze and share the face with a bushy mustache. He wears a shirt with a dark vest, slung over the strap of his quiver, from which arrows peek out from behind. In his hand, he holds his bow. The townspeople gathered in front of them watch attentively.