The fog moved as though it had a mind of its own, congealing into the man once more.
That’s because it did.
When he had fully pulled himself together again, there were only a few spatters of blood six or so paces from where the body had fallen, and Night, standing in the middle of the road. No body, no clothes, no blood remained where the fog had passed.
Jeez. Must be good for cleaning up crime scenes.
“We are not the ABB,” Purity spoke, not bothering to turn the camera back to herself, “We are stronger, both in powers and in numbers. We have discipline, and thanks to you, we have nothing left to lose. I will have my daughter back, and we will have our restitution.”
Yeeah, the Empire seems to be going all out – or at least Purity is.
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