Warren's enhanced perception tracked the influx with growing horror, his mind cataloging numbers even as it recoiled from the implications.
Five thousand.
Ten thousand.
The count continued climbing as more demons poured through, their numbers swelling beyond anything Warren had encountered in three centuries of combat against Soul Wardens and their bound armies.
Fifteen thousand.
Twenty thousand.
The demons continued emerging, their deployment showing no signs of slowing or reaching capacity.
Twenty-five thousand.
Thirty thousand.
The final portals closed, their edges sealing with small pops of displaced air that marked the end of the summoning.
When the last gateway vanished, when the final demon had taken its position in the coordinated formation, Warren performed a rapid count with precision born from necessity.
All of them were watching Warren and Mira with a focus that transcended animal hunger.
