Le nouveau Urg'de Garde 2025-2026 est arrivé !

Article mis à jour le 22 janvier 2025

There were thousands: sunrises, battle poses, stupid selfies of two avatars making ridiculous faces. And at the very bottom, a screenshot taken at 11:59:47 PM on December 31st.

They didn’t move. What was the point? The map was shrinking. Every minute, a zone faded to black. First the Forest of Whispers. Then the Iron Docks. Then the city.

She accepted it. Her cleric’s hands trembled.

The screen went black. The monitor reflected her own face: gaunt, tear-streaked, but smiling.

“Will you remember me?” he asked.

She typed back: “No. But I will be in the chapel at midnight. And I will stay until the last photon dies.” December 31st. 11:30 PM.

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