Approaching Doom

Gates wiped sweat from his forehead, his wounded shoulder forgotten in the face of approaching doom.

"Arthur, please tell me you have a plan."

Plan? Against that thing that came so abruptly?

Despite his thinking, Arthur started thinking of various ways in which he could delay the demon or deal with it once it approached.

Through the shattered window, the massive demon's body became increasingly visible. Unlike the defective creatures they'd been fighting, this entity radiated intelligence and purpose.

True demon. Ancient power.

Its burning eyes never left the hospital window as it approached at high speed.

Arthur's countdown timer pulsed in his peripheral vision, numbers that suddenly carried desperate significance.

[00:01:37]

Less than two minutes until the merge.