The attack came without warning.
Marcus was in the war room, studying maps of the rebuilding efforts, when the first explosion rocked the base. He was thrown from his chair, his body slamming against the concrete floor. Alarms blared. Lights flickered. Somewhere in the distance, someone was screaming.
He scrambled to his feet, his hand reaching for his weapon. "What the hell was that?"
The First One burst through the door, its face pale with urgency. "We're under attack. It's the dark energy. It's back."
Marcus felt his blood run cold. The dark energy was supposed to be contained. He'd destroyed its birthplace. He'd merged with it, contained it.
"How?" Marcus demanded, already moving toward the door. "How is it back?"
The First One shook its head. "I don't know. But it's here. And it
