The second the pixel-blade touched the puppet’s skin, Leo felt it. Not a sharp sting, but a deep, electrical awareness . A cold tingle raced up his own forearm. He yelped and yanked his mouse away. The puppet’s arm remained intact, but the phantom sensation lingered.
The second the pixel-blade touched the puppet’s skin, Leo felt it. Not a sharp sting, but a deep, electrical awareness . A cold tingle raced up his own forearm. He yelped and yanked his mouse away. The puppet’s arm remained intact, but the phantom sensation lingered.