He snorted. Save-scumming was for merchants and tournament cheesers. He was a lord of the Empire. He would adapt. He would learn the new on two-handed maces. He would memorize the reworked stamina cost for high-tier crafts. He would pray that the next patch—v1.2.12—did not nerf his beloved Legionary shields into cardboard.

The response flickered in golden text:

The world had changed. Not with the roar of a dragon or the clang of a god-forged hammer, but with the quiet, devastating logic of a .

The Patch That Moved Walls