He didn't fight back. He just watched me. As I moved the Sacrifice closer, my real-world webcam light flickered on. On the screen, the God-King’s visor reflected not the game world, but my own face, sitting in my darkened office, illuminated by the glow of the screen. The "Mod" wasn't a fan project. It was a digital cage.
The screen went black, and a single line of text appeared in the center of the void: BLOODLINE 1: DATA SYNC COMPLETE. Then, the .7z file deleted itself. Infinity Blade. Mod.7z
“The God-King is not the one holding the blade,” a text box flickered in the corner. “The blade is holding you.” He didn't fight back