Just as Asher hammered another wave of undead with a storm of jagged icicles, the night itself seemed to exhale more horror.
From every side of the shattered street came the sound of bone on stone—hundreds of footsteps dragging through rubble. Shadows thickened until the whole avenue looked drowned in moving corpses.
A streak of lightning split the dark. Blue light blurred through the horde, a thunderclap of speed that scattered dust and ash. Sparks hissed across broken pavement as the figure screeched to a stop in front of Asher and the others, leaving a haze of ozone in the air.
When the smoke cleared, Aria stood there, chest rising fast, eyes wide with outrage. Her gaze flicked to Brian.
"W-what the actual hell was that bony thing you were riding?!" she barked, fists on her hips, hair crackling faintly with residual charge.
Brian only pulled Mirai a little closer, his expression maddeningly calm. "Nothing special," he said with a shrug.
