Jack closed his eyes... help wasn't coming.
"Where is Gustav?" another officer whispered through gritted teeth, biting down panic.
Jack opened his eyes, but his voice was quiet:
"He's not coming."
A shadow loomed over the floating headquarters.
Jack stepped outside onto the shattered platform, and his breath caught in his chest.
A deity hovered above them. They was massive and elegant in the way a hurricane was elegant, adorned in an aura of pitch-black feathers and shimmering cosmic dust. His form was vaguely humanoid but distorted, elongated and shifting, as though it refused to remain bound by physical law.
The deity smiled.
"Earth's insects. I thought I would find more of you alive."
Jack stepped forward with his fists clenched.
