Greg's one eye fluttered open. A sharp inhale rushed into his lungs as vision returned in waves of light and shadow. His body ached but the fog in his mind began to clear. Shapes formed around him. The ruin of the church. The scorched floor. The mangled corpse of the Demon.
Aria gasped beside him. She blinked rapidly as color flooded back into her vision. Her hands hovered in front of her face as she processed the return of sight. Her expression shifted from relief to dread as her eyes locked onto Luna.
Luna stood above the remains, crouched low. Her back rose and fell with uneven, bestial breaths. Her fingers twitched at her sides, still dripping with dark sludge. Her face was hidden beneath tangled strands of hair but her posture radiated tension.
Then she lifted her head.
Her eyes had once held warmth. Human light.
