On the screen, his character—the one with his face—finally reached a bonfire. It knelt and reached out a hand. As the character touched the sword in the embers, Elias felt a searing heat in his own palm.
Elias was gone. He had finally prepared to die, and in the world of the "free," the price had been exactly what he had. If you’d like more stories like this, tell me: Should the next one be more or action-heavy ? On the screen, his character—the one with his
Elias reached for the power button, but his hand stopped. He couldn't move. His muscles were locked, his joints stiffening as if turning to stone—or perhaps, to ash. Elias was gone
The screen went black. The laptop died with a final, pathetic spark. Elias reached for the power button, but his hand stopped
The installation was silent. No splash screen, no license agreement. Just a single icon appearing on his desktop: a bonfire, unlit and grey.
He moved the character forward. The controls felt heavy, like he was dragging his own limbs through water. He reached the first fog gate, but instead of a boss, he found a mirror.