Vale's POV
Marcus raised his hand toward the sky.
The street exploded.
Chunks of concrete flew everywhere as his power tore through the ground beneath our feet. I grabbed Papa and rolled behind a flipped car just as a piece of building crashed where we'd been standing.
"Stay down!" Dante yelled over the noise.
But Marcus wasn't done. He pointed at the nearby buildings, and they started melting like ice cream. The metal twisted into impossible shapes while glass rained down like deadly snow.
"This is what happens," Marcus called out calmly, "when supernatural powers go unchecked. This is why the prophecy must never be fulfilled."
"You're insane!" I shouted back.
"I'm practical," Marcus replied. He snapped his fingers.
Every shadow in the street suddenly came alive.
Dark shapes peeled themselves off the ground and walls, forming into creatures with glowing red eyes. They moved like liquid darkness, flowing toward us with hungry intent.
