Matthew sat with his back against the cold wall, legs crossed, eyes closed. He didn't need to be in the middle of that chaos to know what was happening. His senses—Reader senses—extended outward like threads, brushing through the walls, the floor, the air itself. Every fluctuation of spiritual pressure passed through him. Like ripples across water.
Beside him, the ghost girl hovered, her form barely stable under the influence of the blood moon. She wasn't flickering exactly, but her shape distorted slightly at the edges.
"It's going out of control," she said. "That thing's losing it."
Matthew didn't respond right away. The entire building trembled as another wave of spiritual pressure burst out. He could feel it clearly now. The creature had snapped. The moment it started absorbing those people, something in its structure began to unravel.
"That's not just feeding anymore," he muttered. "That's frenzy."
