Chapter 30: Interstice Strike
Once outside, the world had turned into hell. Above their heads, winged mutants scoured the skies.
Some of the creatures—once neighbors, children, or elderly folk—crawled on all fours, gnawing on the still-warm corpses of trapped pedestrians.
Others leapt from rooftop to rooftop, sprouting leathery wings or multiple eyes.
Dante shoved Ginny against a collapsed wall.
— "Flying ? No damn way," he muttered. "Those things have me beat up there."
Ginny nodded again, then pointed a finger and drew a small circle in the dusty ground.
— "You got an idea, don’t you ?" Dante asked.
She looked up, locking eyes with him.
— "Now you’re speaking my language. And I’m speaking yours."
— "If you think about what I think so you’re a fucking genius... I knew you were smart when you wanted to be."
He took a deep breath and activated his technique.