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‘Anonymous has obtained ancient magic’
What?
Nebula looked at the screen that had just popped up, confused as to what it could possibly mean.
Ancient magic? That was never part of the game, is it a new mechanic? Maybe something like demonic magic?
Before Nebula could wonder about this ancient magic more, a direct message request from Anonymous popped up in front of him. Nebula hesitated for a moment, hand hovering above the ‘accept’ button for a few seconds before he decided to click the button.
‘Hello Nebula.’ a monotonous voice greeted Nebula. The screen in front of him only showed a vague shadow, making it impossible to figure out who he was talking to.
It’s like the start of this game then, nothing more than a black shadow with a vaguely humanoid form. Interesting, I didn’t know there was an Anon function here.
Nebula waited a moment, waiting for the other player to continue talking, but they remained silent. After a bit Nebula decided that the information he needed was more important than remaining silent and avoiding giving the other player anything. In this case the anonymous player had the advantage, Nebula was aware of that, so he decided to ask.
‘Who are you?’
There was no reply for a couple seconds, but Nebula was sure the other was smirking, even though he could barely see their head, let alone any facial features. Nebula quickly glanced over at the local player list, but there was still nobody there apart from himself. Whoever he was talking to seemed to not only be anonymous, but also invisible.
‘You will find out eventually, I’m sure… In the meantime, why don’t you enjoy some time with your people?’, Anonymous replied after a while, using such a monotonous voice that Nebula might have thought they were a bot, but they were clearly a player, so they couldn’t be a bot, right?
Just as Nebula was about to ask something else, Anonymous’ eyes briefly flashed white and the connection cut out, leaving Nebula with far more questions and not a single answer.
Even after a couple hours of investigating, Nebula still hadn’t found anything regarding the anonymous player or this ancient magic they had apparently obtained. He also couldn’t remember any of the players back on Earth talking about a hidden mechanic or lore.
Exhausted from the hours he had spent investigating without rest, Nebula let himself fall back onto his throne, hoping to relax for a while and maybe even get some sleep.
Why do even gods get this tired? Shouldn’t this be something like hunger or thirst that gods just don’t experience?
Slightly irritated, Nebula waved away the screens showing him Lakrak’s tribe. He trusted Lakrak to lead his tribe even without him overlooking everything.
One screen, however, wouldn’t disappear into thin air like all the others. It looked like an anonymous message, left there by another player. This was weird, as most players would simply call others directly. After all, nobody could leave this place, so everyone could be reached at all times. It was very odd that Anonymous had called Nebula earlier but decided to send a text message this time.
Curious, Nebula decided to open the message.
‘Follow the white trail’ was all the message said. After Nebula closed the window, the message also vanished from his inbox, seemingly having never existed at all.