Chapter 433 A Close Call

• Annabeth's face hardened, her expression icy. A pistol materialized in her hand as she chambered a round and pulled the trigger.
• Meanwhile, Lucas—currently ranked somewhere in the middle—strolled casually through the city district. “Weird,” he mused aloud. “Is it just me, or does this game feel... off?”
• As Lucas walked, he avoided crowded areas, his thoughts drifting. “I wonder if this place has computers...” he muttered. But given the state of things, he assumed the internet and communication systems were likely down. Finding a spot to sit, he reflected on the situation.