"It's still not enough. I believe the test we're about to face will be... determinantal."
The mayor's hands trembled slightly as he gripped the desk's edge. Around them, the comfortable office felt suddenly fragile—a thin shell protecting them from approaching chaos.
Everything we've built. Everything we've fought for. About to be tested by forces beyond comprehension.
"As you know, there are many others in our position across the world," Arthur continued.
Charles nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes.
"From my estimates, only a few will survive the upcoming calamity."
Statistical reality. Most will fall. Most will burn.
A bead of sweat rolled down Charles's forehead despite the room's cool temperature. His breathing had become shallow, quick—the physiological response of prey sensing predators.
"The demons will launch their attacks in mere hours," Arthur said, voice dropping to near-whisper. "However..."
Arthur's lips curved into a smirk.
