Gail watched, motionless, as pain creased his face, the scream spilling from his throat like that of a stricken animal. A thick, putrid spiral of black, stinking smoke erupted from his mouth. He floundered, losing control like a drowning man, falling into the swirling portal, that bridge between his world and this, and he writhed in its embrace, consumed, lost.
A single, prolonged scream echoed throughout the valley. Then nothing. Stillness. The cold blank air, the pitted ground, the stricken corpses, were all that remained of the fiend’s lust for revenge and his master’s desire to destroy.
And Gail.
She fell to her knees, burying her head in her hands and she wept.
Slowly, when she at last felt able, she pulled her head up, and there, a little way off, stood Tony. Poor man; he had see
