"Split up! I'll hold him off! He's already been corrupted! Find the source and destroy it, hurry!" Nome roared, his voice frantic.
He had sensed something wrong from the very first shot, and now his suspicions were confirmed.
There was only one explanation for the Demon-Hunting Bullets having no effect: the Harvey Jeffrey before him was no longer truly "human."
Only those beings from the unknown could disregard everything. They were the rules themselves. He was darkness itself; you could not drive darkness away, only flee from it.
Joey also realized how serious the situation had become. He ran straight toward the Black Church without looking back. "Hang in there!"
Vaguely, he felt he had overlooked something, but there was no time to dwell on it.
Harvey merely tilted his head to glance at Joey, then ignored him. He seemed far more interested in Nome.
That was easy to understand. Transcendents were also known as walking Potions. To certain beings, the Beyonder Characteristics within their bodies were delicious food.
That hunger to devour sprang from bodily instinct.
As Joey sprinted, that disorienting sense of balanced distance returned. The church door was right before him, yet he could not reach it.
Fierce sounds of fighting rang in his ears. He dared not waste a moment.
Get in, get in, get in... let me in!
Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and the exhaustion coursing through his body made his breathing heavy.
The intense exertion left him dizzy. His vision blurred, and everything he saw began to double.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like an electric current.
Maybe I shouldn't trust my eyes. He slowly drew his gaze away from the door.
Since direction could deceive him, he would choose another point of reference.
He kept looking at the moon