Moira stood up. She walked directly into the horde. The first Afflicted lunged—and exploded into a fine red mist at her touch. A single slap sent a second one cartwheeling off a bridge. The third simply collapsed, its skull caving in from a gentle shove. Claire, following behind, muttered, "Nice shot," unaware that her companion had just become the Avatar of Death.
He didn't sleep well that night.
Leo leaned forward. His coffee grew cold.
Moira stood up. She walked directly into the horde. The first Afflicted lunged—and exploded into a fine red mist at her touch. A single slap sent a second one cartwheeling off a bridge. The third simply collapsed, its skull caving in from a gentle shove. Claire, following behind, muttered, "Nice shot," unaware that her companion had just become the Avatar of Death.
He didn't sleep well that night.
Leo leaned forward. His coffee grew cold.