Arthur stared at his system interface.
The countdown mocked him with clinical precision, numbers ticking down like a doomsday clock nobody could stop.
[2nd Trial: Outlander Invasion]
[Time Remaining: 4 Days, 07 Hours, 43 Minutes, 18 Seconds]
Four days.
That's all they had left before whatever "Outlander" meant came crashing through dimensional barriers with hostile intent.
His hand supported his chin as he leaned forward in his seat, eyes tracking the seconds falling away one by one.
The word itself bothered him.
Outlander.
Not demon, not monster, not corrupted entity.
Something from beyond their understanding of reality itself.
After countless centuries of existence, after witnessing the merge of dimensions and the birth of the Reformed Earth, the system still managed to present mysteries that eluded even his accumulated knowledge.
The Voice of the World, as some called it.
