Now that he knew where to look, they were visible through the storm. If not for Zechariah's urgency, Justin might have passed off the sight as an anomaly, a mirage, or an optical illusion. The darkness behind Zechariah was caving in on itself. Light fell inward as if caught in a vortex. And at the center of that vortex were huge figures.
Something shot from the heart of it. A dark ball of energy sizzled over Zechariah's head as fast as a javelin.