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“This is how it ends,” Mikal muttered, lowering his slate. “Not with a server shutdown. With a prison.”

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.

Immediately, the server’s logic flickered. The PvP flag turned red. Every Bot within a two-kilometer radius received a new priority list. Target: Elara Vance. Status: Hostile. Rf Online Bot

The Novus watchtower on the Grey Rock Plateau had stood for three hundred cycles, its searchlights sweeping a mechanical arc over the bleeding desert. Corporal Elara Vance hated this post. Not because of the biting cold or the constant hum of the ancient power core, but because of the silence.

Then the swarm charged.

She didn’t care about the rules anymore.

They were holding him hostage.

“That’s a real player,” Elara breathed. “They flagged him. He’s a ‘resource thief’ to them.”