And then, suddenly, the sky flashed purple. Marcelene screamed and fell to the ground, and when I looked back to see fire igniting from Onyx’s hands, the purple light encompassed him and his friends, and they fell to the ground, flame dispersing around them as it caught on the dried grass and snaked up a tree. I walked closer, snarls from ghouls and shrieks from demons still chasing townspeople to every side of me. And when I looked down to survey the lifeless forms of James, Onyx, and Wolfgang, I sighed. They were dead.
