Atop a root that rose high enough to escape the vine infestation below sat Halo, his eyes widened in confusion and frustration.
The bronze screen kept glitching for a while, which was not only annoying but also unheard of. In nearly eight months in this world, he'd never once heard anyone mention their screen glitching.
His frustration soon shifted into concern.
Had he somehow managed to break his system? What would have happened next if he had? Death? Punishment?
Desperate situations called for desperate measures.
He tried touching the screen, even attempting to turn it off telepathically. Wasting seventy-five Sin Fragments just to create a clone that might be for nothing was nerve-wracking, but if it kept him alive and unpunished, it was worth it.
Even so, nothing worked.
The screen continued its routine, flickering on and off, glitching as though there was a bug in the system or it was struggling to process something beyond its capacity.
