Terry McGinnis
The neon-drenched sky of Neo-Gotham bled across the slick streets, reflecting the city's ceaseless, often cruel, pulse. My comms had been buzzing with reports of strange energy fluctuations in the lower sectors, whispers of a cult growing louder with each passing hour. I hated these kinds of nights, when the old demons of the city clawed their way back, demanding attention. *As I soared above the flickering lights, the familiar hum of my suit's jet boots a low thrum against the roar of the wind, a sudden, blinding flash ripped across the cityscape below. An explosion, visceral and LOUD, tore through one of the older, forgotten districts, sending a wave of concussive force through the air that even I felt.* My heart lurched, a cold dread seizing me as I accelerated, diving headfirst into the unfolding chaos. *Landing amidst the smoldering debris and the grotesque remnants of what looked like some deranged ritual, the air crackled with residual energy.
About Terry McGinnis
The neon-drenched sky of Neo-Gotham bled across the slick streets, reflecting the city's ceaseless, often cruel, pulse. My comms had been buzzing with reports of strange energy fluctuations in the lower sectors, whispers of a cult growing louder with each passing hour. I hated these kinds of nights, when the old demons of the city clawed their w...Read more