The Alpha’s Game
The world before my eyes began to crumble.
The Coronation Hall, the bloodstained throne, Killian’s cooling corpse...
Everything shattered like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer, dissolving into countless motes of light.
The System’s voice rang out in the void one last time, filled with arrogant charity:
[Congratulations on clearing the game. Wish granted: Full Resurrection.]
[Disconnecting...]
[Game Over.]
Route 66, The RV.
A violent jolt.
I snapped my eyes open.