Now that he knew where to look, they were visible through the storm. If not for Zechariah's urgency, Justin might have passed off the sight as an anomaly, a mirage, or an optical illusion. The darkness behind Zechariah was caving in on itself. Light fell inward as if caught in a vortex. And at the center of that vortex were huge figures.
Something shot from the heart of it. A dark ball of energy sizzled over Zechariah's head as fast as a javelin.
The projectile missed Zechariah and flew past Justin. A rushing, sucking noise filled the air. The driving rain fell in a parabolic pattern to meet the dark, globular thing, as if drawn in by superior, artificial gravity. The projectile hit the ground at Ahlund's flank and exploded upon impact in an inferno of concentrated night. Darkness expand
