Suddenly they were in the cinema, watching two thousand crazy people as they shouted and laughed and cursed.
“Valkyrie,” Skulduggery said. “Now.”
She reached out, allowing the coldness of the ring to spread to her fingertips. The shadows swirled and rose like a dark mist. The noise gradually died down, as the possessed swiped at the mist, expecting an attack. When none came, they looked around, confused. Valkyrie felt the shadows drift between them, and concentrated on spreading it out further. She opened her eyes, saw them all looking at her.