Elias looked down. His hands were becoming pixelated, flickering between flesh and code. He looked back at the screen. The thief was gone from the video, but a pair of boots was now standing on the carpet behind Elias’s chair.
Panic surged. Elias tried to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. He tried to pull the plug, but the cord was fused to the wall. On screen, the priestess looked up, her eyes glowing with a terrifying, rhythmic light. She began to chant—a digital screeching that vibrated Elias’s teeth.
"We shouldn't have gone in," the knight whispered. His voice didn't come from the speakers; it felt like it came from the room. The timestamp read 00:01 / 23:40 . YuushaPartyEp9HD23:40 Min
As Elias watched, the party didn't move like characters in a show. They looked at the camera. The thief stood up, walked toward the screen, and pressed his palm against the glass from the inside.
The timestamp hit 10:00 . The room around Elias began to dim, the shadows stretching and hardening into the jagged stone of a dungeon. The smell of ozone and wet earth replaced the scent of his dusty office. Elias looked down
Elias assumed it was an old anime recording. He clicked play.
"Elias," the thief said, his breath fogging the monitor. "Why did you open the file? We were finally resting." The thief was gone from the video, but
"The Hero's Party needs a fifth," the knight said, drawing a sword that hummed with a low, glitched frequency. "The ninth episode always requires a sacrifice to reach the finale."