(voice-over) Graviel Outpost’s skyline flickered again, a faint ripple coursing through the neon-lit horizon. NPC vendors froze mid-gesture for half a heartbeat, then resumed as if nothing had happened. Kaien stood just outside the Adventurers’ Board, parcel reward still warm in his inventory, staring at the fractured sky.
(mutters) Do I bail before the sky literally falls?
(inner thought) It’s tempting, hit log out, grab a snack in the real world, maybe pretend my bugged healer life isn’t constantly one sneeze from the apocalypse. My HP bar isn’t the only thing cracking at the edges.
(voice-over) His HUD glitched again: the edges of his minimap wobbled like a soap bubble. A faint hum, like a server fan under strain, echoed faintly through the alley.
(inner thought) The Nexus Breac
