He didn't die. The Key healed him instantly, restoring the bullet hole. The scream he let out wasn't human.
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. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies
Nero, Jessica, and Floyd stared. They didn't have time to mourn. The floor of the Rift tore open, and from the wound in reality poured a wave of zombies—fresher, angrier, infinite. He didn't die
They weren't saving Morg City. They were feeding it. Their pain, their violence, their desperate rituals—they were fuel for the Apothicons, the eldritch gods trying to tear through the dimensional barrier. They reached the Rift
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.
