An inhuman roar echoed through the hospital room.
Rorschach and Kano's exorcism had angered the will residing within the Donkey Hide. Though its vessel had been destroyed, the dying young man remained. More and more "things" were now crossing time and space to converge on this very spot.
It had arrived.
Valon was the first to notice and the one to feel it most deeply. He struggled to breathe as a scorching wind, thick with the dust of a thousand years, billowed into his face, flooding his fragile nostrils and lungs.
"Some...thing...is...coming..." The young man placed all his hope in the four Mages present. He lay on the bed while they stood over him, observing him from on high.
