Chapter 10
Dead bodies lay everywhere, most with souls missing, while dark reapers swirled in the astral plane above them. Wraiths lurched between the dead and as I hovered in the air one slid out of a body with a face mottled so badly the features were unrecognisable. A g*n lay discarded next to the decaying corpse.
The wraith worked its way into another motionless body and forced it to sit up, a grotesque grin forming on the dead man’s face as the first sign of mottling appeared.
The call to reap had come as a painful shock, ripping me out of a deep sleep with a blast of cold from my necklace so intense I was sure the skin under the necklace would never defrost. Now I understood why the call had been so strong.
The dead had blood leaking out of what I guessed were bullet holes. Wrait
