“Don’t do that. There are things out there. I’ve just gotten glimpses. They’re gigantic, Owen. I don’t think there’s anywhere to walk to. It looks like we’re floating.”

“Say again, what?”

“Floating. Like an island. All I can see in every direction is this storm. We’re definitely not in Las Vegas anymore.”

Damn it…This was where demons dream. “I think the Nachtmar has dragged us into his world.”

Julie was quiet for a moment, surely thinking over the consequences of that awful idea. The radio was filled with wind. “Find Earl. We need to figure out how to kill this damned thing now.”

Was that even possible? This was far worse than I’d imagined. The Nachtmar was unspeakably powerful. He hadn’t just blurred the lines, he’d ripped a chunk of our reality right out of the ground and sucked it to a whole different dimension, along with all of the poor bastards inside. What else was he capable of? Even if we could defeat him, was there any way home?

There were only a few others on the walkway, all Hunters, all of us staring stupidly out the floor-to-ceiling windows. One of them was muttering the same thing over and over, “No debemos estar aqui.” We’re not supposed to be here.

I put my hand out, and even through the glass and the glove, I could feel the energy humming on the other side. “Come inside. It’s not safe.” I let go of the transmit button and waited for her response. There was a crash back in the conference center behind me as one of the guests’ arguments turned violent. The big lady with the mobility scooter was beating a bellhop with her purse. Milo moved over to separate them. “Julie? Julie, are you there?”

“Incoming!” Julie ordered. “Get dow—”

A fiery comet fell into the gardens and hit like a bomb. The shockwave sent a circle of semi-solid mist hurtling outward. The windows of the walkway shattered. I barely got my arms up in front of my face as I was pelted with shards of glass. The alien fog crashed around me with the force of a tidal wave and I was knocked from my feet.

The mist was sickly cold. It clung to my face like wet spiderwebs. I couldn’t see through it.