The ground was stained red with blood, spreading between the cracks in the streets.
Buildings lay in ruins, and broken glass and rubble covered everything.
Reign walked slowly through the destruction, each step splashing in the blood.
In the distance, loud screams pierced the air, sharp and desperate.
People ran, tripping over the debris, trying to get away from the undead army.
Some cried, others begged, but it didn't matter to him. He didn't see them as people—just food.
All those feelings he'd had before, when he was trapped in that weird place, were nothing more than a result of his weakness.
His need for connection, his guilt, his hesitation—they had all been symptoms of his insecurities.
Now, that weakness was gone. He had transcended it, reverting back to his old self.
The only thing that could really challenge his evil nature was Celine.
