Several minutes had passed since the battle ended.
Frank had finished off every remaining attacker with his power.
Every single one—except one.
The red ritual circle beneath his feet was slowly fading, its glow weakening as the energy of the spell dissipated. The bodies of those Frank had killed with his power—and those he, Amaya, and William had taken down earlier—were gone.
Completely gone.
Frank's black holes had devoured them all.
More than a hundred people had been swallowed by the void his power created.
Now only one man remained.
He lay unconscious on the floor of the chapel.
Frank dropped to his knees as the red glow beneath him finally disappeared, marking the end of the ritual.
He was exhausted.
Using both his supernatural strength and his power to consume that many bodies had drained him completely.
His vision blurred.
A second later, Frank collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
Time passed.
Eventually, the massive door appeared again inside the chapel.
