Alex spent the next hour traveling across the vast digital landscape of Universal Descent, checking in on the remaining people he hadn't yet seen.
Each stop was brief, just long enough to greet an old friend or see how their lives had changed in the past decade.
It wasn't about long conversations or deep discussions, it was about closure.
A way to make peace with the world he had once ruled like a storm.
The first place he visited was [Dawn City], where he found Tolkien, better known by his rather unusual title, the Exorcist Blacksmith.
The man's workshop had once been little more than a rundown corner shack tucked into a forgotten alleyway, but now it stood like a fortress of glowing iron and enchanted tools.
A large sign hung proudly above the entrance, "Forged FateBreaker's First Armor!", a claim that was completely true, though Tolkien definitely made the most of it.
Customers filled the street outside, forming lines that wrapped around the building.
