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His companions were scattered across the junction. Jessica Rose, the fallen femme fatale, was busy sliding a ritual dagger between the ribs of a Crawler. Her designer dress was now a crimson rag. "Stop whining, Nero," she called out, flipping her blood-matted hair. "You got your spotlight. World stage."

They had no choice. The cycle demanded it.

They reached the Rift. A place beneath the city where geometry failed. The Summoning Key floated in the center, pulsing with a heartbeat that wasn't theirs. The Shadow Man was there, waiting, dressed in a perfect suit and a wider, more horrible smile. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies

Only one of them was silent. The detective, Jack Vincent. He wasn't looking at the zombies. He was staring at the giant, cyclopean eye that had replaced the moon. The Shadow Man had promised them truth. He had given them a world of lies.

As the last item touched the circle, the sky screamed. A massive, arachnid beast—the Parasite's mother—skittered down the side of a skyscraper. It wasn't a fight. It was a slaughter. His companions were scattered across the junction

He laughed, a wet, tearing sound. Then he pulled a pistol from his holster, put the barrel under his chin, and pulled the trigger.

"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." "Stop whining, Nero," she called out, flipping her

"I didn't ask for this," he muttered, his voice losing its showman's lilt. "I just wanted to make my wife disappear. Permanently."

"The cycle…" he choked, looking at his crew. "It resets. You won't remember. But I will. I'll be here forever. The detective who could never close the case."

"You've done wonderfully," he said, his voice like oiled glass. "Four souls. Broken, desperate, violent. The perfect key to unlock the final seal. I thank you for your service."