Earth's saviors are on the run as more nightmares descend upon Earth...
On postapocalyptic Earth, humanity fights for survival against alien oppressors. Orchestrating the resistance in an ever-shifting battle, the Cerberus rebels confront a new level of dark manipulation. At the helm, a mind-controlling stone god plotting to reforge the planet. Now, the walls of the Cerberus stronghold have been breached and humanity's soldiers are scattered, racing toward the shocking unknown.
Forged in Fury
Hewn from living, lava-blooded stone, Ullikummis, the new would-be cruel master of Earth, has been repelled for the moment. But he has Brigid Baptiste to lure Kane and Grant on a dangerous pursuit through the darkened swamps of Louisiana. In a treacherous land full of crazed Outlanders, vampiric raiders and genetic mutations, a cadre of pan-terrestrial soldiers and scientists are conducting a horrifying experiment in parasitic mind control. But true evil has yet to reveal itself, as the alliance scrambles to regroup—before humankind loses its last and only hope.
"Quiet, you two!" Kane bellowed. "We've got worse things to worry about than your petty little paranoia."
Kane pointed to one of the unconscious hooded men. He knelt and tore the man's cowl back, revealing a dark, meshlike covering that, in the shadow of the hood, would render the upper part of his face above his lips completely invisible. It was a cheap effort that produced an unnerving effect, and Kane himself had experienced a momentary pause as he was dealing with the shadow-faced opponents. Only encounters with equally weird and terrifying opponents had given him the ability to act despite the distracting nature of their appearance.
"That doesn't look right, even with that cloth over his head," Demothi said.
Kane reached out and took a handful of the meshy sack and tore it off the unconscious man. It was soaked through, which was strange as he had fallen on dry ground. But as he tugged, stringy mucus stretched between the fabric and gangrenous gray tumors that ringed his skull, the tumors themselves riddled with wire and circuits. The drowned man wasn't bleeding from his head trauma, but the crushed growths where he'd been struck were oozing translucent yellow pus that seeped into the grass under his head.
"What... Oh, God," Suwanee began. She clamped her hand over her mouth, trying to fight off the urge to vomit.