"Rift seeds had many functions," Momo said, her voice carrying easily over the chaos around them. "As I told you, it could be used to make a self-sustained world from a concept that was allowed to grow. But even then, the shape of the world where a concept was planted still needed a reference."
They were moving now, not walking so much as advancing, cutting a path through the dark rural road toward the purple glow ahead.
The horde had thickened as they approached the rifts. Zombies shambled from every shadow, their corrupted bodies jerking with that horrible, wrong motion Cecilia had first seen from the truck.
She didn't let them get close.
A wave of telekinesis rippled outward from her outstretched hand, and the first row of undead simply... stopped. Then lifted. Then folded backward like a page being turned, their bodies tumbling over each other.
The second row met the same fate, and the third.
