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.
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. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies
"Complete the rituals," a voice slithered into their minds. Not the Shadow Man. Another. Older. The one in the Summoning Key. "Purge the corruption. Or become it." When the light faded, the Shadow Man was gone
He didn't die. The Key healed him instantly, restoring the bullet hole. The scream he let out wasn't human. The Key was fused to his palm
"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."
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.