Blue lightning hissed across Jack's skin as the thunder-wreathed air vibrated with the low hum of his Static Orbs.
Corvin circled overhead, a dark silhouette against the blood-red sky, violet eyes locked on the demon below.
Cho's charred skin still smoked from the last detonation, crimson skin split and weeping dark blood.
But the demon's grin returned. Feral and mocking, though Jack could see the strain beneath it now. The way his breathing had deepened. The slight tension in his shoulders.
"Not bad," Cho said, his cultured voice rougher now, edged with grudging respect.
Before Jack could react, the demon scuffed a massive foot through the black sand, kicking up a swirling wall of grit and ash.
The sudden storm of darkness swallowed sight, leaving Jack blind in a world of howling wind and stinging particles.
'I can't see.'
Panic clawed at Jack's throat. In the darkness, every shadow could hide death.
Every sound could be Cho closing in for the kill.
