'I… am going to die…'
The thought that flashed through Sunny's mind had nothing to do with the fact that each strike of the possessed corpse was devastating enough to obliterate his body, but more so with the strain that fighting the abominations was putting on it.
Yes, it was true — Sunny was facing a Great Nightmare Creature, but he felt as if exhaustion was going to kill him even if the creature did not.
Time moves slowly in a battle like the one they were fighting. He wasn't sure how many seconds had passed since the second vessel of the Gate Guardian had shown up — a dozen? Two dozen?
Maybe it was just five or six instead.
