The Last Stand (19)

As the last in-game day drew to a close, the duo descended into the heart of their fortress—the control room.

The walls hummed faintly with power, the result of the generator they had meticulously maintained over their months in the game.

Before them, a massive screen flickered to life, casting soft blue light across the room. It displayed a detailed, interactive map of the game world, with glowing dots marking the exact locations of every remaining player.

Aurielle crossed her arms, her violet eyes narrowing in thought as she studied the map.

"Seven players left, including us," she murmured, a spark of excitement flashing in her gaze. "Looks like we've reached the endgame."

Linsley leaned over the console, his fingers gliding across the controls with ease as he zoomed in on a cluster of dots near the edge of the map. "Five targets. Two winners. It's time to bring the curtain down."