He doesn't fight anymore covered in fur and leather but in a nanomaterial spacesuit that can protect him from the void of space, but never from the eyes and pawns of the many beasts he's going to confront.I've always been sad about putting down the Heracles comic, but I also knew it needed some edge. So I took advantage of this more relaxed period dedicated to simple characters and scenes to reimagine him as the character of some weird sexy space opera where gods and monsters have their residence on other planets and asteroids, and not on some rocky hill in Turkey or Sicily.Will I get back to this comic? Oh gods no, unless something exceptional happens that leaves me with all the free time in the world, but in the meanwhile, I enjoy imagining a big guy in a spacesuit that can turn into a skimpy superhero outfit as soon as the atmosphere is breathable.