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"Complete the rituals," a voice slithered into their minds. Not the Shadow Man. Another. Older. The one in the Summoning Key. "Purge the corruption. Or become it."

When the beast collapsed, its body dissolved into a pool of shimmering, purple wine. They drank. The liquid burned—not with alcohol, but with revelation. For a single, terrible second, they saw the truth. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies

"Beautiful," Nero laughed, hysterical. "We're the engine of the apocalypse." "Complete the rituals," a voice slithered into their minds

Floyd grabbed a tripod-mounted MG42 and hosed the creature's dozen eyes. Jessica weaved between its legs, planting satchel charges. Nero used his sword to reflect a glob of venom back into the beast's maw. And Vincent? Vincent stood on a balcony, a pistol in one hand and a photo of his dead partner in the other. He didn't fire a single shot. Or become it