The moment Noah and Rowe burst into the corridor, the sight that greeted them was chaos incarnate.
The once-human fighter, Marlon, stood hunched and monstrous, his blackened veins pulsing with red light, horns twisted high, and claws dripping with the blood of the agents he'd just massacred.
His chest rose and fell in thunderous heaves, each exhale a guttural snarl that reverberated through the narrow hallway.
The corpses of the Authority agents lay scattered, shredded and broken on the floor.
The blood spatters painted a picture of just how easy and quickly the transformation had overwhelmed them.
Marlon turned toward the newcomers, his glowing eyes locking onto them with mindless hatred.
Noah's lip curled into a grim smile.
"Well, looks like the party's started."
Shadows slithered to life at his feet, curling like hungry snakes.
Rowe gritted his teeth at the sight before him.
