“just waited desperately for a miracle”

Jonathan was pondering some pressing questions: 

How many Xenobiotics creatures were roaming in the dark Realm at this moment? 

Did the Xenobiotics that appeared at seven o'clock, like Menteto, only stay here for seven minutes before leaving?

Jonathan's stress would be greatly reduced if they only lingered for seven minutes. But if they prowled indefinitely and their numbers grew, he would eventually be worn down by them. 

With his superpowers, these monsters posed no threat. But now, as an ordinary human with above-average physique, the damage he could inflict was limited even with thermal weapons. 

Jonathan didn't want to clash with the creatures. He chose to retreat.

The Xenobiotics' shrieks were very near, almost on top of him. Jonathan backed away slowly, disengaging his gun's safety. 

He recognized that sound—a Sickle Demon.