Crafting a thing of nightmares as easily as clay on a wheel, Ken stood silhouetted by her creation. It rose above the battle, illuminating blood, injured and dying people, and everything else around them. They all saw it eventually. But only some stopped in their tracks or fled. Adelaide, for example, moved like a wraith, killing anyone she saw as a threat. Her black robes and shining jewelry made her seem ethereal in the dim light, as though she floated. As though she could be death materialized.
There was a thump behind Dakota. When he turned to look, he saw that Terrell was indeed still alive and still killing. He’d slammed a man against one of the doors, cutting into the abdomen with his genetically engineered blades. The body slumped down the metal and landed in a heap at his feet. H
