I had almost entirely abandoned the hope of receiving a direct signal from that mysterious deity the Jumper had alluded to. In the chaos of the city and the constant threat of the Big Five, a divine audience felt like a distant luxury.
But now, the system was flashing an invitation unlike anything I had ever seen or heard of before. It wasn't a message or a quest—it was a physical summons.
"What's wrong?" the Jumper asked, his voice sharp. He was always attuned to my shifts in mood, and my sudden, statue-like pause had clearly set off his internal alarms.
"Have you ever heard of something called a 'Trans-Apocalypse Invitation'?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on the shimmering gold text only I could see.
The Jumper's posture changed instantly. He stiffened, his hand twitching toward his sword hilt before he forced himself to relax. "A God-decreed invitation to visit? Damn! Have they contacted you already? I thought they'd wait until you reached the city centre."
