What rises before my eyes are countless messages.
[Mirien of the North Sea’s Storm dreams of defying the heavens. A tower rises.]
[Queen Asteria, who swallowed the stars, whispers of destiny. The void approaches.]
[Karne, the Mother of Omens, sings of destruction. Fear the night.]
[The Scorched Saint Selene scatters calamity. The abyss opens.]
[…]
etc.
I knew these messages.
They were the ones that appeared when pulling characters in the game.
The names were familiar too.
They were the names of characters I had seen just yesterday.
But there was one difference: unlike before when I saw them through a screen, now the calamities had appeared right before my eyes.
Kugugugu.
A tower rose between skyscrapers, the moon disappeared from the night sky, a flock of crows covered the heavens, the ground split open, and crimson flames erupted.
“Well, fuck. This is bad.”
That’s right.
The world was pretty much doomed.
Because of the calamities I had unknowingly unleashed.