The hospital's emergency systems activated, sprinkler heads releasing water that turned to steam against demon-heated flesh.
HISS!
Through the mist, more shapes approached the broken window. Larger ones. The defective demons' assault had been preparation for something worse.
The real attack begins now.
Arthur's photon weapon charged as he tracked multiple targets. His weapon catalogued threats faster than his current conscious thought could process.
Sixteen hostiles are visible. An unknown number is approaching.
The countdown timer in his peripheral vision continued its relentless march, but the numbers seemed meaningless against immediate survival.
Power comes to those who survive long enough to claim it.
CRASH!
Another section of the window exploded inward.
...
The countdown timer in his peripheral vision continued its relentless march, but the numbers seemed meaningless against immediate survival.
Power comes to those who survive long enough to claim it.
CRASH!
