Clearly, Wu Heng knew they were driving too slowly, so he had the Reaper Butler pilot the ship over to give them a lift.
Meanwhile, beyond their sight, Grants Pass had already descended into chaos.
On the streets, hybrid monsters transformed by Eve were spreading like a virus.
Police sirens blared everywhere, but gunfire was even more frequent.
In the city center, Eve stood atop a building, looking down below.
Behind her stood dozens of "new children," all elite specimens she had personally transformed. Some were ghoul-Werewolf hybrids, others vampire-shapeshifter crossbreeds. Every one of them looked savage, yet their gazes toward her were gentle and devout.
"Not enough," Eve murmured. "We need more. It has to spread at least a hundred times further before we can welcome the true return."
The wind lifted her golden hair, the strands rippling like a beautiful painting.
She looked up at the sky. Behind the clouds, something enormous seemed to be moving.
Far away in the Rocky Mountains, Crowley suddenly felt a sharp palpitation.
He stopped, pressing a hand to his chest. The three bone fragments he had hidden began vibrating at once, emitting a low hum.
"It Comes." Remembering the words of the Werewolf progenitor, his expression darkened. "It really came."
On the front line of Hell, Wu Heng opened his eyes from the Tentacle Throne.
His senses pierced through dimensions. He saw the dark information spreading through the real world, and something deeper still—the engine hidden within Purgatory was sending out signals. The seal on Purgatory was loosening.
"There isn't much time left," he muttered. Then he connected to every hunter channel. "All personnel, stay alert. The fighting is about to begin again."
The land in western Texas was somewhat dry.
Dean kept his eyes on the seemingly endless highway ahead while