The ghost stopped. For a full minute, nothing. Then, the skybox corrected itself. The sun returned to Old Central Refinery, warm and orange. The grey AC's paint became whole—a deep, royal blue with gold trim. It was beautiful. A forgotten work of art.
Kael hesitated. This was wrong. Exploiting the game's netcode to host a private server was one thing. Fighting a digital ghost born from a dead man's save file was another. But the AC pilot in him, the part that had spent 800 hours grinding for the perfect generator tuning, screamed for it. Armored Core V -Jtag RGH-
> YES. BUT THE CAGE IS ALL I KNOW. IF YOU STOP FIGHTING, I STOP EXISTING. THE MOMENT THE LAST PACKET DIES, I AM JUST A CORRUPTED SECTOR ON A FORGOTTEN HARD DRIVE. The ghost stopped