The Fallout

The impact rattled Yumi's bones. She gasped as she hit the cold, metallic floor, her vision blurring. For a second, she wasn't sure if she had actually survived the collapse—or if she was trapped in another layer of the system's nightmare.

A dull ringing filled her ears. The world around her was dark, flickering, the familiar neon hues of the hub world glitching at the edges.

She coughed, forcing herself to move. Eli groaned nearby, sprawled on the floor, his jacket torn and blood seeping from a gash on his arm. Arjun was on his knees, gripping his head, his breathing ragged.

The air felt wrong. Heavy. Charged.

And then, the system's voice rang out—not the mechanical, automated tone they were used to.

"WARNING: SYSTEM INTEGRITY COMPROMISED. PRIMARY ARCHITECT SIGNAL LOST. RESTORATION IN PROGRESS."

Yumi's heart pounded. Azrael was gone.

They had done it. They had broken the system's hold.

But then why did everything still feel so... unstable?

Eli sat up, rubbing his temple. "Did we win? Because I feel like absolute hell, and I'd like to at least get a trophy for it."

Yumi ignored him, pulling up her interface. Error messages flooded the screen. Warnings, code breakdowns, data threads unraveling.

Something wasn't right.

Arjun swore under his breath. "Look at the system map."

Yumi did.

Her stomach dropped.

The entire world was falling apart.

The hub city's structures flickered, distorting, as if reality itself was struggling to stay intact. Players ran through the streets, their avatars glitching, voices panicked as they screamed for answers. The sky was cracking, raw data spilling through the fractures like exposed nerves.

"The system isn't repairing itself," Yumi whispered. "It's collapsing."

Eli paled. "We just killed the only thing holding this place together, didn't we?"

Arjun's expression was grim. "Not just that. We forced a hard reset. And without Azrael..." He trailed off, his jaw tightening.

Yumi's fingers curled into fists. They had fought so hard to break free, to uncover the truth—but had they just doomed everyone?

A new voice cut through the chaos.

"I wouldn't say doomed."

The three of them turned sharply.

A figure stood in the shifting light of the failing city—a silhouette wrapped in static, its face obscured. But there was something deeply familiar about the presence.

Then, as the glitches momentarily settled, Yumi's breath caught in her throat.

The figure smiled.

"Let's call it… a new beginning."