The Queen

"W-what the hell? What the hell is that!?"

Kazi was already on his feet, fists clenched at his sides, eyes locked onto the nightmare swallowing the horizon. A wave of something—thick, cloying, wrong—was rolling in from the east, stretching its inky tendrils over the city, devouring everything in its path. It was pure void, devouring lantern lights, fireworks, and people alike.

"You alright, man? I don't think Jules fireworks are that freaky," Booker said. "Trauma for bombs or something?"

No one else could see it. His hair flicked gold and his power rose. Within his left golden iris, Foresight activated.

Five seconds.

He saw nothing but black.

"Kazi? Kazi, are you alright?"