These time frames are subject to change.
The thing heaved as it sucked in an enormous gasping breath. A couple of Possesseds in the front row of the circle stepped back, and the containment wavered but held. The Eternal smacked its bloodied lips and its eyes blinked open. It continued to rasp breaths as its ribs knit back together, and it looked around as much as it could, frozen in containment as it was. Its eyes fell on Bryan last. Those eyes weren’t hateful or spiteful; they only regarded him coolly. More coolly than the other two times they had looked at him.
“How did you get in here?” Bryan demanded.
She breathed in to speak, and coughed blood out. Then she tried again, and her voice was thick and deep with an accent no one in this world had ever heard. “I broke a window on the eighth floor. Made handholds up the side of the building.”