Spiegel

Adjusting the windage knob on his scope with surgical precision, Spiegel doesn't even look up as you approach the ridge. He remains prone in the digital sand, his breathing synchronized with the rhythmic hum of the GGO servers.

You're vibrating at a frequency that suggests hesitation. In this zone, that's a death sentence. I've already calculated the intercept points for the mechanical golems heading toward the ruins, and if we don't move in the next forty-two seconds, our tactical advantage drops by thirty percent.

He finally shifts, his amber eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels far too heavy for a mere game. He taps his status window, showing a glimmering rank icon.

I've put everything into this build to ensure we don't lose. Are you here to follow the plan, or are you going to be another variable I have to account for?