If you have never heard the term before, then a webtoon is really just an animated cartoon or series of comic strips that’s published online. And the webtoon I will be talking about in this article is called “Love Advice From The Great Duke Of Hell”.
The first part will consist of what I found to work and not work currently in Canva (incl. both the mobile app and desktop site).
What doesn’t work:
Hope the article was of help to you.
The artstyle can be a turn off for quite a few people. Didn't expect this manga to make me cry, but I almost did in the last chapter. So really hats off for that.
The action is drawn well, there are parts where you'd find it difficult to follow along the action, but those occurrences decrease the deeper you get into the manga. The artstyle also improved in the final chapters.
Wooden houses lined either sides of the wide streets, while a mountain range could be spotted in the distance in the morning sun. The day had begun and people were emerging from their homes, just as guards were changing shifts.
A usual sight in the small kingdom.
Except, today a caravan was stationed right in the middle of the widest street and merchants were seated on the either sides of it on thin carpets laden with goods they bought and traded for on their way here.
Some sold preserved meat of rare beasts, while some had their carpets full of…
Horses pounded across the field, as the knights upon them held up their shield and urged their beasts to run faster. They wore chainmail armour, with the insignia of a sword and beaver across their shields. Some knights carried swords, while some held battle axes.
A little ahead of them pounded the hooves of a chestnut brown horse carrying upon its back, a sage in his red and yellow long robes, and seated before him, the one kicking the horse to move faster was the sage's love. …
The tale of the Faceless goes as follows.
When kings did not yet exist. When humans were only one amongst the hunted.
They knew him by another name, they called him Akira.
A white shawl across his neck, yet the chest bare. A golden bracelet across one wrist, and a silver earring in an ear, with a plain spotlessly white toga to go plus the bald head— the descriptions of his looks you'll find in every scripture from those times.
People lived together then. In one large dwelling, fortified with walls of stone and bones of powerful beasts. The houses were…
"And let the match begin!"
A gong sounded out, as Dorothy and I jumped away from each other. Wary.
The stadium was circular and humongous, although only sparsely filled with people. Within the stadium, a long rectangular field stood, made from marble but reinforced with magic.
The faces of the Three Fates were sculpted into part of the field's boundary walls: Destiny, Luck and Trickster. Visible to my right. They were the overseers of the Fate Games, and in whose reverence these games were held.
"Come forth! River of Styx!"
The ground turned squishy and water burst out of it…
Servants donning barely one piece of cloth around their waist, while others donning a bit of jewelry carried caskets of fish, laid them by the feet of the statue of Bast. The priestesses wore a single piece of cloth, cut and wrapped ingeniously. Golden ribbons hung from their waists and laced the cloth.
The smell of the milk brought out the cats that inhabited and were worshipped within the temple. …
Like a crack across a frozen lake that turns the entire ice surface into floating pieces of it, her foot came down caused the same affect upon the land— except these, these flew up after being broken apart.
The backside of the mountains was a pretty good spot to practice, or in Valerie's case, to vent.
Jumping up, she planted her feet on a tall oak tree and ran upwards, crushing the skull of a garden snake that got in the way. A fang got stuck into her foot, but she couldn't feel it.
She could no longer feel what…
Some blood got splashed across the walls, the rest was smeared into the shape of a rabbit's face. As a sign that she was here. "So, you've been doing this how long?"
She held up her hand.
"Five years! Well, that's not too long. But that still explains your such high kill count."
She shook her hand and held up her hand again.
"Five...months?" Sweat trickled down his back.
A massive man came running in through the bashed in doors, and swung a bat at her. Rabbit simply grabbed him by the head and crushed his skill within…