ConvergenceChapter 22 Condemnation
Singer’s back was resting against Flan’s. Their rifles were raised, but both knew their weapons were useless against the mist. “Disappear!” Flan silently ordered. “Like Jerome did!” Singer closed his eyes briefly, his mind slipping into that nothingness he had felt from Jerome. ‘I’m not here.’ he repeated in his mind. He opened his eyes again. The mist was still there, but it wasn’t acting with the certainty it had been acting with a moment before. It was still waving in the air, searching...