Tyrim turned on the screen. He wasn't a collection of polygons anymore; his movements were fluid, hauntingly human. He sat down on the edge of the raft, his legs dangling into the digital nothingness.
Elias frowned. He forced the application to run. The game opened, but the vibrant, cel-shaded world he expected was gone. The ocean was a flat, untextured grey. Tyrim, the protagonist, stood on a small raft in the center of a void. File: Cornerstone.The.Song.of.Tyrim.zip ...
Elias looked at the "X" in the corner of the window. He looked at his cluttered desk, then back at the lonely boy on the grey sea. He didn't close it. He moved the window to his second monitor, let the low, humming "Song" play through his speakers, and went back to work. Tyrim turned on the screen
But when Elias clicked "Extract," the progress bar froze at 99%. Elias frowned