El_party [ PREMIUM ]

The notification didn't buzz; it hummed. It was a low-frequency vibration that rattled the molar in the back of Jax’s jaw. He pulled his handheld from his pocket. The screen was black, save for seven glowing, handwritten letters in a neon-cyan font: .

There was no address. No time. Just a countdown timer ticking down from sixty seconds and a compass needle spinning wildly before snapping toward the Old Harbor district. The Descent el_party

The music stopped. The silence was heavier than the bass. EL raised a hand, and every handheld in the room illuminated simultaneously. The notification didn't buzz; it hummed