Sunny stared at the Gate, momentarily paralyzed by dread. Then, he snapped out of it and fought through exhaustion, rushing to kill as many abominations as he could before the Guardian came out of the Gate.
He had an inkling that after, there would not be an opportunity to pay them any attention.
'Is… is it the Guardian? How many minutes has it been?'
He had no idea. Somewhere along the way, Sunny had lost count of the time. All he knew was that it had not been long enough…
Meanwhile, a hulking figure emerged from the darkness of the Gate, and as it did, the red flames burning in the empty eye sockets of the ancient wraiths flashed brighter, their dead mouths opening to produce a litany of menacing howls.
'C—crap…'
