Blood and Betrayal
Then, she reached out and grabbed the Crystalline Pillar with her bare hands.
The scream that left Lisa’s throat wasn’t human. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated power.
The energy of Johannesburg—the gold, the light, the greed, and the sound—flowed through her body like a river of fire. She didn’t let it consume her. She shaped it. She turned herself into a human transformer, a bridge between the city’s power and her daughter’s failing biology.
The penthouse erupted in a blinding white light.
Down in the tunnels, I was thrown off my feet by a massive surge of static. My night-vision goggles blew out, leaving me in total, ringing darkness. The building groaned, a sound of metal twisting an