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Leo looked down at his own hands. They were glowing with a faint, blue UI overlay. When he waved his hand, a translucent green blueprint of a Barracks hovered over the dirt path in front of them. He realized with a surge of both terror and exhilarating awe that he wasn't just playing the game anymore. He was the player entity made flesh.

"You... you are the Architect," the soldier whispered, dropping to one knee. "The one from the sky. You have returned to guide us."

He didn't have a mouse or a keyboard anymore, but the hotkeys were burned into his muscle memory. He closed his eyes and willed a divine power to manifest. He pointed his finger toward a dark cloud on the horizon. Shift + Click. Age of Mythology Extended Edition v2.8 PC

Leo spun around. Standing there was a man clad in bronze greaves and a red chiton, holding a massive hoplite shield. His face was weathered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He rested his chin in his hand, watching a squad of Egyptian Axemen desperately trying to hold back a relentless tide of Norse Frost Giants. Golden sand met crushing ice in a clash of pixels and code. Leo smiled. He had been playing this game for over twenty years, transitioning from the scratched CD-ROMs of his childhood to this digital, polished version on his PC. Leo looked down at his own hands

"I need food," Leo stammered, his gamer instincts kicking in before his survival instincts could even register the absurdity. "And wood. We need to gather resources. The Norse... they are coming from the north, aren't they?"

Suddenly, the screen flickered violently. A sharp, high-pitched frequency pierced the room, causing Leo to wince and cover his ears. The blue glow of the monitor intensified, blinding him. When the light subsided, the ambient hum of his computer's cooling fan was gone. Instead, he heard the heavy, rhythmic crunch of footsteps on gravel and the smell of ozone and burning cedar. He realized with a surge of both terror

Leo stood up and looked at the floating green grid projected across the valley. He swiped his hand upward, selecting a group of idle villagers standing near a cluster of berry bushes. They immediately bowed and set to work, their movements crisp and synchronized.