[Oh good... You're awake. A portal has appeared near the intersection of 42nd Street and Madison Avenue,] Lilith informed him, urgency lacing her voice.
Glancing out the window, Ethan noted the pitch-black sky. "Lilith? What time is it?" he asked, already throwing off the covers.
[The time is 2:34 AM,] Lilith replied.
"Great," Ethan muttered, swinging his legs out of bed. He didn't have time to waste. He had to get to the portal before the whole place was crawling with demons, or worse, before some high-levels escaped.
He quickly wore his clothes, not caring if they matched or not. His scythe was by the corner of the room, and he picked it up, feeling its familiar weight in his hands.
