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"Some stage," rumbled Floyd Campbell, the heavyweight boxer. He cracked his knuckles, each pop sounding like a gunshot. A swarm of Parasites dove at him; he swatted two out of the air like flies and stomped a third. "The promoter said this fight was fixed. He didn't say the other guy was Cthulhu."

They fought their way through the burnt-out remains of the Canals. Nero, using his sword's arcane energy, carved a summoning circle into the cobblestones. Jessica laid out the trophies: a cop's badge (Vincent flinched), a boxer's glove, a magician's wand, and her own compact mirror.

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. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies

"Beautiful," Nero laughed, hysterical. "We're the engine of the apocalypse."

Floyd grabbed a tripod-mounted MG42 and hosed the creature's dozen eyes. Jessica weaved between its legs, planting satchel charges. Nero used his sword to reflect a glob of venom back into the beast's maw. And Vincent? Vincent stood on a balcony, a pistol in one hand and a photo of his dead partner in the other. He didn't fire a single shot. "Some stage," rumbled Floyd Campbell, the heavyweight boxer

His companions were scattered across the junction. Jessica Rose, the fallen femme fatale, was busy sliding a ritual dagger between the ribs of a Crawler. Her designer dress was now a crimson rag. "Stop whining, Nero," she called out, flipping her blood-matted hair. "You got your spotlight. World stage."

"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." "The promoter said this fight was fixed

"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."