The pounding rhythm of by Dj W-Beatz is more than just a track; it’s a sonic descent into a neon-soaked underworld where the boundaries between myth and reality blur.

The rave was over, but Meduza’s pulse was now a part of him.

As the final beat dropped and the room faded to a ringing silence, Leo stood perfectly still. His heart was still racing, but his mind was calm. He looked down at his hands, expecting to see gray stone. Instead, he just saw the faint glow of a neon stamp on his wrist—a serpent coiled in a circle.