Frostbound

I wasn't absolutely certain what I was looking at was what I feared, but even with the slightest off chance it was, I needed to stop it now.

When enough Demons got together and had sufficient power, they could force a convergence. Doing so would link our planet, where the Ritual took place, to a Demonic planet through a permanent portal, like I saw now.

It would let endless hordes of Demons through with virtually no way to stop them. It was like trying to swim upriver while also building a dam. To have any chance of closing the portal, you would need to fight through an endless tide of Demons to get there.

Which was virtually impossible without severely out-leveling them or out-numbering them.

Which we didn't on both accounts.

If we failed, the only recourse would be abandoning the continent. Demons could swim, but they wouldn't be taking over the world anytime soon with the amount of water we had. Still, everyone in North and South America were screwed.

The South Americans could maybe hold them off at Panama if they were warned and had sufficient time to prepare, but even then, with endless bodies of Demons to throw at the problem?

None of that mattered to me, though, as everyone I cared about was a month's travel away. They would be the first to fall if I let the portal finish. Who cared if it took the Demons years to take over the continent, everyone I cared for would already be dead.

There was no running from this fight.

Not that I could, either. With the wounds adding up and the blood leaking out of me, I wouldn't get very far if I turned tail and ran. Not that I would do that. Even thinking of doing that caused my body displeasure.

Like my Anchor would crack if I went through with running away.

As soon as my mind comprehended what was at stake, I threw everything I had at the Evolved Demon in charge of the Formation. I wasn't sure killing it would destabilize the portal but it was a good start.