"So your plan is—what? Crash the biggest New Year's party on the planet and fight interdimensional void creatures while the ball drops?" Hannah's voice cut through the tense silence as Marius guided the van through Tokyo's crowded streets.
"More or less," Marius replied, his tone disturbingly casual given the apocalyptic stakes.
Sarah stared down at the miniaturized containment sphere in her palm. The marble-sized orb pulsed with opposing energies, light and dark swirling in perfect equilibrium. "We need to understand exactly what we're facing. If Mercer's opening a threshold in Times Square, there must be something specific about that location."
"Ley line convergence," Marius explained, swerving to avoid a delivery truck. "They're like rivers of natural energy flowing beneath the earth
