Chalchiuhtotolin tries to contact anyone else in the cave, but he will only confirm he's been alone all this time.
Mateo is about to enter to the world of the unknown.
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Not a lot of talking today, just enjoy the page!
I'm trying to improve the way I draw the fluffy nahual :')
Aztec myths never were more than a middle school History lesson, and nothing Mateo cared much of.
When his soul essence accidentally frees an unusually kind death god, and his nahual reveals himself to him, all those "fantasy" tales will dig up themselves from the bowels of Mexico City, along with his own origins.
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