She was kneeling in the damp moss of the Forest of Wyrms. The air smelled of rain, rust, and distant sulfur. Her hand ached—the pulsed warmly against her hip. In front of her, a dying goblin gurgled its last.
"Lady Shar watches," a raven croaked from a nearby branch. It wasn't a game asset. It was the VRConk's morality engine, manifesting as a sharp-beaked conscience. VRConk - Alex Coal - Baldur-s Gate III- Shadowh...
Alex woke gasping on her floor, the headset cracked beside her. She was herself again. Small. Human. Barely five credits to her name. She was kneeling in the damp moss of the Forest of Wyrms