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“Damn it. . .” Jack growled.
Peter flew up behind them and landed softly beside the pair. “Frustration must be saved for another time. We have more pressing matters to handle,” he commented as he nodded at the huddled figure before them.
Matt still knelt on the ground, but the void was not so immovable. It swelled behind him and the tendrils shot out. They wrapped their lithe bodies around his and dragged him into its darkness.
“Matt!” Nena screamed.
For a brief moment her friend disappeared into the writhing shadows. Then the darkness parted, and her friend was revealed to them. A pulsing glow surrounded his body as Matt climbed to his feet and turned toward them. His flesh was gone, replaced by bone and shadows, and his eyes were a cold amber. All that was familiar were h
