The end of the road.
I generally try to avoid spoilers as much as possible. Since this is the final volume for the super popular The Wicked + The Divine, however, a little more detail will need to be discussed.
Partly, I think the appeal of WicDiv is never quite knowing exactly where the story is going. More so than normal comic structures, WicDiv often creates a sense of “what the hell is going on?” while maintaining a sexy and seductive feel from the fantastic art of Jamie McKelvie and gorgeous colors from Matt Wilson.
The title of this final volume feels aptly named, as it summarizes how I feel about it, the ending, and the series in general. “Okay…” What I appreciate about this volume is that it feels like the most coherent of any volume thus far. This is most likely due to this being the end of the story. However, not all stories have coherent ends and certainly not all series can stick the ending. For the most part, I think this one does, yet at the same time, I wanted more out of the ending than what we got. Hence, “Okay...”
On the positive side, we do get definitive explanations on Anake/Minerva’s situation (since it’s all been rather confusing if they are/aren’t the same person and how that works), but the overall motivation of why she does what she does (other than to not to die) feels rather flat. Why go through all of these motions for thousands of years just to stave off death, but not work towards something greater? Perhaps that is motivation enough, but I just wanted more.
Additionally, we get to understand a bit more about what it means for each of the people who are part of the Pantheon to realize that they are not a god. This felt to be the most grounded part of the entire story, coupled with the flash-forward into the future of the Pantheon, living a very normal and mortal life. It ends with a morality lesson that is presented to the reader literally. It works, yet at the same time feels a bit hacky. It’s similar to something they did in a prior trade, pages and pages of just black ( in this case, pages of white). It works, and yet you leave just feeling, “Okay.” Final analysis: stay for McKelvie and Wilson. It’s worth reading for their art alone.