The silence didn't last long.
A low, resonant hum echoed through the wrecked plaza — not like the usual sterile chime of system notifications, but deeper, almost reverberating through their bones.
Jin flinched at the sound, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths as he lay sprawled against the rubble. His fingers still twitched around the staff, every inch of his body a shredded mess of pain.
The system's voice echoed through the space — calm, detached, yet oddly pleased.
[Event Completed.]
[Participants: 3 | Survivors: 3]
[Anomaly Detected.]
[Processing...]
Jin's heart skipped.
Anomaly?
Joon groaned, rolling onto his back like a dead fish. "Why," he wheezed, voice cracking, "does that sound bad?"
Seul coughed, barely lifting her head, blood streaking her chin. "Maybe we broke it," she muttered, collapsing again. "Maybe it'll self-destruct and leave us alone."
The voice returned — louder this time, almost amused.
[You performed beyond system expectations.]
