17Six YearsNearly a year had passed since Soren and Conn last set foot in Detroit and, even in that short time, it looked like things had changed. The city had been entirely in demon hands for six years.
They steered their way through the wreckage of the cityscape, driving slowly around abandoned vehicles, and half-collapsed buildings that had spewed broken concrete and glass across the streets. Shattered windows winked empty eyes at the passing Jeep, and deep cracks gave the blackened walls the look of tired old men wishing for death to claim them.
A litter of sun-bleached bones were strewn across the roads. The remains of humans pulled from their cars or homes by marauding demons when the Rising first happened. Or, leftovers from the demon corpses kicked into the streets nightly as a r
