But in the end, Malin stood up and walked to the edge of the rooftop, looking at the open rift, finally stepping into it.
The next second, he appeared on the outskirts of Tappahannock, over forty kilometers from Saluda. The night roads were filled with parked vehicles, their owners' corpses littering the ground, while the wraiths wandered aimlessly in a line along the highway.
They moved as if marching, stacked into neat rows, and the children held in their parents' arms, along with more young souls hiding beneath the cars, evoked a sense of compassion in Malin.
Malin's arrival did not capture their attention, or rather, a few of them noticed Malin, but they did not speak. Instead, they quickly vanished from Malin's sight.
