Max didn't flinch. His eyes narrowed, cold and unforgiving. "Done?" he asked, his voice like steel. "If you're done, then begin. I have important matters to attend to after I am done with you."
William chuckled, but the sound twisted midway, becoming something far darker—something unnatural. "Hahaha... always so arrogant, aren't you?" His lips curled into a grin as he raised one hand to the sky. "Then hold your breath, Max… because you're about to witness something unholy."
The sky above darkened instantly, clouds swirling into a whirlpool of black and grey. And then—crack—a soundless rupture tore through the fabric of the air behind William as a massive portal formed, rippling like the surface of a cursed lake.
The stench of death poured out, and with it, a thousand shadows began to rise from the portal, stepping, crawling, slithering, and flying out.
The dead had answered his call.
