The mid-day sun beat down through the window of the King's room, reaching across the floorboards. King lay stretched out on his comfy bed, his arm thrown over his eyes to block out the glare. For the first time in weeks, the constant, low-grade buzzing of proximity alerts in his peripheral vision had fallen quiet. He had actually managed to drift off.
Then, the world chimed.
It wasn't a standard system ping. It was a deep, resonant vibration that echoed not just in his mind, but through the very bedrock of the room. King bolted upright.
Hovering directly in front of his face was a glowing, crimson-bordered notification block.
[GLOBAL ANNOUNCEMENT: ZORUS, EMISSARY FOR THE GOD OF GAMES, IS NOW LIVE.]
King exhaled a slow, tense breath, rubbing the sleep from his temples. "Can I even catch a break?," he muttered to himself.
