It rained blood over the streets of Manhattan.

Wanda's husband was gone. Her brother was gone. As were her niece, sister in law, friends, teammates, everyone who mattered to her was lost. They lay dead at her feet.

Her flesh had withered away. There was no color to her skin, no blush. She looked as pale and lifeless as a corpse, only she was not a corpse.

Wanda was no more. There was only Chthon.