Metropolis Down (The Void #1)

Epilogue

The Void was beyond comprehension.

The depth and breadth and horror of it all blinded, froze, and burned. It snaked through veins, twisted around bones, broke flesh. Blood spilled like stars into the black expanse, sparkling as splatters froze and shattered.

There was no sound, no sight, no sense of time or smell or touch.

The Void was everything.

The Void was nothing.

Jones sucked something that wasn’t air into his lungs and spoke more with his mind than with his voice.

“The Void is eternal.”