Of Rifts and Myst — Leah Cutter

It sounded like a bomb going off.

But it couldn't have been a bomb. Or not just a bomb.

Bombs didn't tear rifts in the sky.

Holes that opened the way for alien mists.

Nathan really didn't care about that.

He needed to get out of the office building he was trapped in and get to his kids.

And nothing was going to stop him. Not alien mist, not magic, not even the apocalypse.

Nothing.