A vast resonance rolled through the world.
Not a bell, yet unmistakably similar. A deep, ancient vibration like a colossal temple bonshō struck somewhere beyond reality. The sound did not ring so much as it spread, slow and weighty, passing through walls, bone, and thought alike. It carried no direction, no source. It simply was.
The atrium of Takashimaya seemed to bow beneath it.
Hunters froze mid-breath. Civilians clutched children closer. Weapons lowered without conscious thought. Even the rising tension between Shin Lu's group and Jane's squad faltered as the vibration pressed into their chests like an unseen hand.
Jagger felt it settle behind his ribs, heavier than fear, deeper than instinct. It resonated with the fading echo of Corrupted Surge still crawling through his veins. Around him, people stopped arguing, stopped shouting, stopped moving. Every eye lifted, not toward the sky, but toward the translucent screen that forcibly materialized before them.
