His monitor flickered. Not a crash—a bloom . A cascade of golden light poured from the screen, spilling across his cluttered desk. The scent of ozone and wet moss filled the room.
And on the other side was the Waking Shores.
Kaelen watched in horror as his ‘test character’—a level 70 dracthyr he’d named ‘Testdummy’—stepped out of the screen. It wasn’t a puppet anymore. It had his own tired eyes. It held out a hand.
