As the knight swung a massive, pixelated broadsword, Jax didn't dodge. He waited for the exact millisecond the render refreshed. He slid under the blade, the air around him distorting like a corrupted video file, and jammed his debug spike into the knight’s glowing core.
The mill wasn't just a mill anymore. It was .
Jax stood up, his vision finally stable. He didn't just clean the code anymore. Now, he owned it.