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“Inside? You mean they beat the raid?”

But Keys didn’t run. He turned to Sorrowblade, the last ghost—a silent tank with perfect posture.

Keys froze. “You’re the real final boss.”

A loot window appeared: [Eye of the Unmaker] . Keys ignored it. He looked up at the Spire’s next level, where a new light had appeared—the prison holding Marlon was one floor closer. raidofgame

Tears blurred Keys’s vision. “I’ll never see you again.”

He drew his blade and stabbed the memory-Marlon. The illusion shattered. The Architect screamed—not in pain, but in delight .

Keys logged out. He sat in the dark Boston ruins, tears drying on his face. Then he smiled. “Inside

Keys fought like a cornered wolf. He used terrain, threw smoke bombs, tricked Gorlox into punching its own leg. Finally, he climbed its back and drove a corrupted dagger into the core crystal.

“Hey, little brother,” Marlon said. His voice was faint, glitching. “You grew up.”

But one server survived.

A booming voice echoed from the shadows.

A figure stepped forward: tall, clad in obsidian armor, his face a smooth mask of white porcelain with a single glowing blue eye. Not a player—an NPC. But unlike any NPC Keys had ever seen. The Architect spoke with eerie fluency, gesturing like a living person.

Keys ran through the chaos, grabbing the largest mirror shard. Inside it, he saw Marlon—not as an avatar, but as his real self, smiling tiredly. Keys froze

The Architect snapped his fingers. A ghostly projection appeared: Marlon’s avatar, TrueBlade , trapped inside a crystal prison halfway up the Spire. He was still moving—still alive , in some digital sense.