He glanced almost from instinct at Delilah’s empty chair, and realised with shock that he was now the last surviving member of those that had guided the homunculi into existence; David Calohan, Delilah Chrysostom, Doc Labyrinth, Luna Labyrinth, all were gone now.
Turning, he looked down at the towering shape of the thing that they had brought back with them from beyond, and the pitiful shape of the girl trembling before it.
“Fight,” he whispered, tears forming in his eyes. “For Christ’s sake, fight it.”
If only he had enough time, if only there was a traveller willing to awaken FF-XX, that great slumbering giant, then maybe they could contain the creature below, imprison it within the shape of Calohan’s last contribution to the company, and then destroy it. If only—