CLANG!
The sound of metal against metal hit the valley.
Zion adjusted herself on her throne.
It was made of hundreds of breastplates, helms, and gauntlets of the Inquisition, all melted and twisted until they formed a deformed chair.
It was hot, but Zion didn't sweat.
She opened her eyes. Her irises shone with boredom.
In front of her, the air filled with neon blue lines of code that only she saw.
[GAME MASTER INTERFACE]
[LOCATION: Ruins of the Radiant Empire (Zone Level 30-45)]
[FACTION: The Unchained]
[POPULATION: 243 Units]
[RESOURCES: Critical]
"Four years early," Zion muttered, tapping on a Paladin's helmet that was her armrest. "I broke the sequence. This event shouldn't happen until the Civil War Arc."
It felt... wrong.
Like using a glitch to skip the tutorial and falling into the mid-game without the right gear.
But Zion hated tutorials.
She looked at the people moving through the camp between the broken marble columns.
To the world, they were refugees.
