Her vision was dim, and her thoughts ravished with a wild desire that left her empty. Her instincts were raw and driven by pure, unadulterated rage. On the outskirts of the destroyed NYC Submerged Command Center, Sophie spied murky gray masses—her enemy. She rained down on Lucius’s agents, reducing them to piles of ash. Denied vindication at each pile of ash, her soul twisted into a more gnarled version of hate.
With no more to accomplish in New York, she manifested at the Sierra Nevada Command Center like a storm. There were two fleshmongers among the construction crew rebuilding the damage caused by the skeleton’s attack. Their human bodies were fresh, just barely showing signs of decay. She didn’t hesitate in snapping the bodies of their hosts like saltine crackers, obliterating the fl
