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Elias knew better, but the itch to return to Lordran was too strong, and his wallet was too light. He clicked. The download was suspiciously fast. Within minutes, the bonfire icon sat on his desktop, glowing a little too brightly.
He noticed the first glitch when he approached the Crestfallen Warrior. The NPC didn’t have dialogue options. He just stared at Elias, his character model twitching rhythmically. Then, a text box appeared: "Why did you let us in?" Elias knew better, but the itch to return
Suddenly, the screen tore. The audio spiraled into a high-pitched whine that made his teeth ache. His character didn’t invade another world; instead, his own room began to darken. The glow from his monitor bled out onto his desk like spilled ink. Within minutes, the bonfire icon sat on his
The phantom on the screen stood up and turned around to look at the "camera." He just stared at Elias, his character model
The monitor went black. Elias wasn't in his room anymore. He was standing in a bruised, sickly purple world, clutching a broken sword, waiting for the next person to click the link.
