The pressure in the air did not fade. Instead, it multiplied. Without warning the sky and air cracked open across the city. Not just once, but dozens of times.
Circular distortions tore into reality above streets, rooftops, and shattered intersections. From within them poured distorted light and the stench of blood and rot.
They were portals and monsters began to emerge again.
They dropped into the city like rain made of claws and fangs.
Hulking beasts with plated hides crushed cars beneath their weight. Lean, many-limbed creatures skittered across walls and ceilings. Some screamed as they appeared. The others came out silent and just started hunting.
The city erupted. Screams followed almost instantly. Some players caught off guard and died before they even understood what was happening.
Survivors who had been hiding in buildings were torn apart when monsters burst through walls or ceilings. They froze, unable to move, and were ripped open where they stood.
