But more were coming. From streetlights, from corrupted billboards, from the tear in the sky that now wept silent, pixelated rain. And somewhere deeper—past the null zone—a signal pulsed. A familiar demonic signature, but twisted. Processed. Digitized.
“NSP,” a voice whispered from the void. “Null Spark Protocol.” devil may cry nsp
“Heh. Guess even glitches can bleed.” But more were coming