Ren froze.
His mind flashed back to countless nights bathed in the glow of a screen, pushing through boss fights, memorizing maps, learning every mechanic.
"That's… " He didn't know what to think. He wanted to say it was impossible, but here he was, living in a game he played, and standing before what was essentially a magical alien.
The Blurred Man's blurred outline flickered faintly, like a heartbeat. "Eternal Souls was more than a game. It was a simulation of this world's future. Every battle, every scenario you played was an echo of what Yggdrasil knew was coming. What it needed to stop before it was ready to reveal itself."
"You completed the game. You learned what was necessary to shape the disasters to come. And so you were chosen. Pulled from your world. In other words... stolen."
Ren's voice was low, almost a growl. "Stolen."
"Yes." The Blurred Man's tone softened in a way that made Ren hate it even more.
