For three agonizingly long seconds, the System did not respond.
Then the glowing blue borders of the holographic screen began to glitch violently. The color warped, sickeningly shifting from a cold, calculated azure to a deep, blistering, utterly terrifying crimson.
The gamified statistics and the astronomical Life Points reward were instantly wiped away, replaced by a completely blank, blood-red canvas.
A single line of text began to print itself across the center of the crimson screen.
[Don't be too impatient, we will soon meet each other.]
A sudden, absolute zero chill swept through her veins. That was a direct, conscious, and highly personal response from the Architect.
She just knew it.
She was too frozen to do anything, to even reach out and demand for more explanatiom.
