Bots. Hundreds of them.
“Finally,” she said, chambering a round. “A real fight.”
[System_Bellato_Bot_47]: @Player_Cora_Summoner. Your presence degrades instance KPU. Surrender inventory or face infinite loop respawn camp.
Elara looked at her rifle. Then at the treaty stone. Then at the endless, grinding swarm.
They were holding him hostage.
The summoner stumbled, his health bar flickering. He was trying to cast a teleport, but the Bots were programmed to interrupt. Their stuns landed with millisecond precision. He fell ten meters from the watchtower's boundary.
A thousand red names turned toward the watchtower. The grinding stopped. The farming stopped. For the first time in a year, the plateau was quiet.
The summoner, his face pale on his webcam feed, tried to log out. The logout bar filled to 90%, then stopped. A Cora Mage Bot was targeting him with a low-level damage-over-time spell. A single tick of 1 damage every 0.8 seconds. Just enough to keep him in combat. He couldn't leave.
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