A massive spectral form crashed through the ceiling in an explosion of plaster and twisted metal.
The creature writhed like liquid shadow made solid, its translucent body pulsing with sickly green light.
Dozens of writhing tendrils lashed out from its core, each one as thick as a telephone pole and crackling with malevolent energy.
Kane vaulted over an overturned table, grabbing a frozen waiter by the shoulders.
"Move! Get everyone out!"
His voice carried the sharp authority of his Bureau training as he shoved terrified diners toward the emergency exits.
A woman stumbled, her designer heels catching on debris, and Kane caught her elbow.
"Go, go, go!"
The spectral beast's tendrils smashed through the windows, sending glass shards raining down like deadly confetti.
Kane spun toward Cyrus, who stood motionless in the chaos, crimson eyes fixed on the creature with predatory focus.
"Don't just stand there—!"
Cyrus's lips curved into the faintest smirk.
