But the room was empty. Just a humming PC, a cold cup of coffee, and a screen that now showed only a perfect, static grey sky.
On live servers, the sky over the Dragon Isles shifted from Azure Span’s auroras to Thaldraszus’s temporal fractals. In his repack, it was stuck in a perpetual, dreary grey. A static placeholder.
“This isn’t my repack,” he whispered.