Writer: Al Ewing / Artist: Travel Foreman / Marvel Comics
Al Ewing owns all of Marvel’s space entities. That’s it. That’s all I got. I don’t even know what to say right now. Bruh, when the fuck have we ever seen Galactus on an adventure like this? Galactus has leveled up, show us the man he used to be from another existence, and assembled his own squad of killers. We’ve never seen Galactus operating on this level in the history of Marvel comics. Period. The trill doesn’t even stop there as we got the reveal of Ultimate Reed Richards working with the High Evolutionary. They’ve got their own plan for this universe, and it’s one that will literally fuck with the fabric of space and time as Marvel 616 knows it.
Richard’s plan occurs in the background as the fight between the Dark Celestians and Galactus’ crew Eternity Watch. Dude, Galactus is not fucking around and all his folks are buck. Ewing gives us a perfect layout for everything panning out, as well as spots of humor for as Ego The Living Planet has to make adjustments for the fight at hand since this is all pretty new to him. I. Was. Fucking. Dying. When Ego had to fit through the door and then ran up on a dark celestial with the ill “metaphor”
Foreman is back in the artist seat this issue and doing what the fuck he does best. We got a galactic looking fight, evil Reed Richards fucking with space, plus the big reveal of what Evil Reed and High Evolutionary (unbeknownst to him) have planned for the universe. Foreman’s visuals shine through all these scenes, but it’s the scene where Galactus sends for his new heralds that truly steals the show this issue. Foreman depicts T’Challa in the depths of Necropolis in Wakanda. The art here is superb as T’Challa uses a loophole in order to prepare for the battle to come. Foreman draws the hardest scene to date in Ultimates with T’Challa’s meeting with this certain “person”. The colors, feel, and look at the glimpse of this “meeting” had me screaming as I jumped out of my chair at the shock. I ain’t even touch on that surprise ending either though!
Ewing and Foreman have made Ultimates 2 a series that is synonymous with great story telling, character development, history, and surprises for anyone that appreciates an amazing book. Ultimates 2 is leaps and bounds beyond whatever you think is changing the comic book game right now, I promise. Ewing isn’t fucking around with any of you writers out there. Foreman ain’t making stunting on artist any easier. This creative team has turned obscure space entities into powerhouses that need to be respected as such.
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