His rider was slammed into the snow, buried neck-deep. The Infinite Stamina hack cut out. The cold meter, usually a minor nuisance, began to spike. The screen began to frost over—not digital frost, but a realistic, creeping ice that obscured the edges of his monitor.

FrostByte: Thanks for testing the update. The Warden needed a new host.

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The Warden wasn't letting him leave until the run was finished.

"Disconnect! Disconnect!" Leo mashed the keys.

It was exhilarating. The wind sound was gone, replaced by the low, ominous hum of the game’s soundtrack, now playing at half-speed because he was moving so fast the engine couldn't keep up.

The digital avatar—clad in neon gear—shot forward like a bullet. When the first massive jump appeared, a ramp of ice leading over a canyon, Leo normally would have checked his speed to avoid overshooting the landing.