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The lights in the server room died. Total darkness.
Elias tried to scream, but his voice came out as a digital screech. He looked at his hands. They were dissolving into blocky squares, his skin tone fading to the dull grey of the game's terrain.
The man on the screen turned around, looking directly into the camera lens. His face was blank, featureless—like a character model that hadn't finished rendering.