The lights didn't just flicker; they shattered. Every door in the hallway flew open simultaneously. The script hadn't just summoned Rush or Ambush ; it had created a feedback loop of every entity at once. A cacophony of distorted screeches filled his headset.
His stomach dropped. The script wasn't a tool; it was a back door. On his second monitor, his webcam light flickered to life, glowing a steady, menacing red. The lights didn't just flicker; they shattered
In the dim glow of his dual-monitor setup, Leo stared at the flashing text: . The lights didn't just flicker