Vrconk - Alex Coal - Baldur-s Gate Iii- Shadowh... 🚀

"Anchor confirmed," the VRConk hummed. "Neural sync in 3... 2... 1..."

Alex scrolled past Karlach, past Lae'zel, and landed on the half-elf cleric of Shar. The pale hair, the silver armor, the guarded eyes that held a universe of repressed pain.

She smiled. Cold. Guarded. A little bit broken. VRConk - Alex Coal - Baldur-s Gate III- Shadowh...

"Lady Shar watches," a raven croaked from a nearby branch. It wasn't a game asset. It was the VRConk's morality engine, manifesting as a sharp-beaked conscience.

"I am no one's instrument," Alex said, speaking as herself for the first time in seventeen hours. "Anchor confirmed," the VRConk hummed

"If you kill her, you remain a weapon," the Nightsong whispered, chains clinking. "If you free her, you become a person."

But when she looked in the mirror, her eyes had changed. There was a silver glint in them—the afterimage of a goddess denied. And on the back of her right hand, faint as a scar from another life, she could almost see the mark of the Artifact. "I am no one's instrument

She threw the spear into the abyss.