You awaken not on a heavenly mountaintop, not amidst hell-flame and brimstone, but inside a metal box. The air hums with electricity. Lights flicker across panels surrounding you, casting everything in a strange green glow. Your body feels heavy, unfamiliar, weak—clad only in a lightweight suit of a material you cannot name.
Memories begin to stir, fragmentary at first, then clearer: another life, another world. The E.D.N.—the Electronic Domain Network. A virtual reality built to house minds while the outside world burned in nuclear ruin. You were not a warrior, a mage, nor an assassin here. You were a programmer.
Fingers trembling, you crawl to the keyboard. The code is sprawling, labyrinthine, but a strange clarity settles over you. You see it now—the Drake Omega, once a terror in the mountains, now a computer virus, sprawling through the E.D.N. system, threatening all it touches.
With a single stroke of the [delete] key, the monstrous virus shatters into nothingness. The threat is gone. Victory tastes different here—quiet, digital, almost unreal.
But the choice remains:
Do you crawl back into the cryopod, to awaken the hero of the digital world and resume your fantastical life, a legend in the E.D.N.?
Or do you step out of the facility, into the real world, and start an adventure that is entirely your own, no code or script to guide you—only the unknown?