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The sky over Morg City was the color of a fresh bruise. It wasn't night, nor day—just a perpetual, weeping twilight. Nero Blackstone, once the city's most flamboyant magician, now stood on a rooftop in a stained tuxedo, clutching a sword that hummed with otherworldly malice.

They fought their way through the burnt-out remains of the Canals. Nero, using his sword's arcane energy, carved a summoning circle into the cobblestones. Jessica laid out the trophies: a cop's badge (Vincent flinched), a boxer's glove, a magician's wand, and her own compact mirror.

They reached the Rift. A place beneath the city where geometry failed. The Summoning Key floated in the center, pulsing with a heartbeat that wasn't theirs. The Shadow Man was there, waiting, dressed in a perfect suit and a wider, more horrible smile.

When the light faded, the Shadow Man was gone. But so was most of Vincent. He was kneeling, his skin turning gray, his eyes bleeding shadow. The Key was fused to his palm. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies

He raised a hand. The tentacles that lined the walls began to writhe. The floor turned to living flesh.

Only one of them was silent. The detective, Jack Vincent. He wasn't looking at the zombies. He was staring at the giant, cyclopean eye that had replaced the moon. The Shadow Man had promised them truth. He had given them a world of lies.

As they raised their weapons for the thousandth time, Nero looked up at the bleeding sky and whispered the only truth that remained in this corrupted, looping hell. The sky over Morg City was the color of a fresh bruise

He didn't die. The Key healed him instantly, restoring the bullet hole. The scream he let out wasn't human.

The power detonated.

"I didn't ask for this," he muttered, his voice losing its showman's lilt. "I just wanted to make my wife disappear. Permanently." They fought their way through the burnt-out remains

They had no choice. The cycle demanded it.

"The cycle…" he choked, looking at his crew. "It resets. You won't remember. But I will. I'll be here forever. The detective who could never close the case."

He just whispered, "I'm sorry."

As the last item touched the circle, the sky screamed. A massive, arachnid beast—the Parasite's mother—skittered down the side of a skyscraper. It wasn't a fight. It was a slaughter.