It was a stupidly childish attack, but horribly effective when Aiden couldn’t move to escape it. He was desperate for air almost immediately, spots dotting his vision like shadows bleeding into the dark.
“Oh, hey, it’s your white cat, Aiden,” Tanner said. It sounded like he was speaking from the moon. And then there were no voices or sounds or anything anymore. Nothing but the dark.
* * * *
He woke up looking down at his body.
Aiden didn’t know how he knew it was almost midnight, since he couldn’t see the moon like this, but he just knew. The same way he knew if Tanner finished the ritual, they both would die. Them, and the two hundred million people Tanner was sure should have been killed already. And Dark and Chaos would come through all the new Cracks the deaths would make, and destroy what was left of the world.