Not the glass of the system window, but the reality itself. One moment, Lysandra Vane was staring at her "Game Over" screen—defeated, humiliated, her dark army scattered by the golden-haired hero, Alistair. The next, she was standing in a cold, damp dungeon, the smell of rust and old magic thick in the air.
“I don’t want to destroy the kingdom,” she said, pouring him tea. “I want to own it. There’s a difference. And you, Alistair, are going to help me.”
But this wasn’t a sequel she’d signed up for. This was New Game Plus. And the rules had changed.
Not the glass of the system window, but the reality itself. One moment, Lysandra Vane was staring at her "Game Over" screen—defeated, humiliated, her dark army scattered by the golden-haired hero, Alistair. The next, she was standing in a cold, damp dungeon, the smell of rust and old magic thick in the air.
“I don’t want to destroy the kingdom,” she said, pouring him tea. “I want to own it. There’s a difference. And you, Alistair, are going to help me.”
But this wasn’t a sequel she’d signed up for. This was New Game Plus. And the rules had changed.