The darkness thickened as they left Morgan's body behind, Max's containment procedures already in place to prevent the corruption from spreading. Christian's frost trailed their path, sealing their footprints as they moved through the canyon. The Moon's Tear pulsed against Daisy's skin, its rhythm erratic as it sensed the approaching chaos.
"Katie was right," Miguel said, his weapon trained on shadows that moved too deliberately through the underbrush. "They're still coming."
Steve's radio crackled with static, Eleanor's voice breaking through in fragments. "...eastern boundary... compromised... reinforcements..." The transmission cut out as something massive shifted in the darkness beyond their perimeter.
"We need to get these journals back to the mansion," Christian said, frost spread
