Drahon was surprised.
Didn't the game world have control over what happened in it? Couldn't they just snap their fingers and make stuff move? Or rewind events? Or stop someone from dying?
That's what he had assumed. But now?
Now it felt like the game wasn't even paying attention anymore.
He was being "silly." That's the word he used to slap away the creeping questions in his head. But they stayed. They always stayed.
What even is "they"?
Who the hell runs this game?
Who created it?
Who decides what happens?
He had too many questions now—and not enough patience to act like he didn't.
[And so would the readers right now.]
Yeah, exactly. Because this whole thing? It made no sense anymore.
How was this game even created in the first place? And if someone created it, wouldn't they still have complete dominion over everything inside it?
What if… no one created it?
What if the game just existed?