BOOM!
The train's roof exploded.
Metal tore apart like paper. Pieces flying everywhere as a figure dropped from the sky. Fast and heavy. Like a meteor falling to earth.
CRACK!
A boot slammed into the cultist's chest with a thunderous impact. He didn't even have time to react.
His body flew backward. Crashing through and skidding across the train floor until he slammed into a wall, groaning in pain.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
Kyle blinked, dazed. Blood ran down the side of his face. Every inch of his body screamed in pain. He tried to lift his head. Tried to understand what had just happened.
Then he saw her.
She stood calmly in the middle of the wrecked train car.
She couldn't have been more than Thirty. But there was something ageless about her.
She had long white hair that shimmered in the light, and her eyes. Golden, glowing faintly. Looked like they could see right through steel.
