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His followers screamed as their stolen memories returned too. Some wept. Some attacked him. One thanked him in a whisper.

But the power came with a weight he hadn't coded for: loneliness. His followers no longer spoke to him as equals. They spoke in fragments, their eyes glitching, their original personalities overwritten by the very mods he'd given them. They were loyal because they had no choice—their memories were his collateral. strive for power mods

Then he saw it: a single line of original code, buried under years of his own patches. It was the first rule of Aethelgard , written by a long-gone designer: "You cannot win a game you refuse to stop playing." Kael closed his eyes. For a moment, he felt nothing. Then, like a ghost of a ghost, he remembered: he hadn't started playing to rule. He'd started because the real world was small, and the game felt endless. But now the game was smaller than his own ribcage. His followers screamed as their stolen memories returned too

His fingers hovered over the keyboard.