Clyde gulped his saliva and feel anxious, but only for a moment.
It was here.
The moment he had been waiting for, the moment he had been preparing for.
He looked up at the sky. It was still blue and still bright. But something was wrong. The air had become heavier now. A quiet pressure pressing against his chest.
Then he saw the crack.
It shimmered faintly in the air above, barely visible to the normal eye. It looks like a jagged fissure across the sky like a fault line running through reality. He had seen it once before, long ago, in the fragments of his old life.
Now it had returned.
A ripple of confirmation passed through his mind.
This was it. No more guesses and waiting.
The apocalypse — the Selection Stage — had begun.
And right on cue, the world responded.
The light around him dimmed slightly as the sky pulsed with a flicker of gold-red light, and then the prompt appeared.
[THE WORLD YOU KNOW WILL END IN SIX DAYS]
