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When the light faded, the Shadow Man was gone. But so was most of Vincent. He was kneeling, his skin turning gray, his eyes bleeding shadow. The Key was fused to his palm.

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.

He raised a hand. The tentacles that lined the walls began to writhe. The floor turned to living flesh. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies

"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."

They weren't saving Morg City. They were feeding it. Their pain, their violence, their desperate rituals—they were fuel for the Apothicons, the eldritch gods trying to tear through the dimensional barrier. When the light faded, the Shadow Man was gone

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.

He didn't die. The Key healed him instantly, restoring the bullet hole. The scream he let out wasn't human. The Key was fused to his palm

They fought their way through the burnt-out remains of the Canals. Nero, using his sword's arcane energy, carved a summoning circle into the cobblestones. Jessica laid out the trophies: a cop's badge (Vincent flinched), a boxer's glove, a magician's wand, and her own compact mirror.