The exit from the Ossuary was a silent procession of ghosts and monsters.
Ethan walked out of the shattered oak doors, the dust of the bone church coating his hair like grey snow. He didn't look back at the ruin where his brother had stolen his world. He didn't look at the pile of ash that had been Ryan Evans.
His eyes were fixed on the horizon, unblinking, burning with a cold, hollow determination that terrified his own men.
Behind him, Volkov carried the body of Silas. The massive Lycan held the fallen Warlock with surprising gentleness, Silas’s tech-suit silent and dark for the first time. Morrigan floated beside them, her face devoid of tears, but the air around her rippled with a murderous heat that wilted the mountain grass.
They reached the base camp at the foot of the mountain
