“To rewrite the impact, one must first break the shell.”
Kiana turned, her face a mask of Herrscher coldness. "There is no 'game' in a Mod, Little Captain. There is only the price of rewriting reality. You have infinite power now. But soon, you will have nothing left to protect with it."
He felt his childhood summers, the face of his mother, and his first heartbreak crystallizing into glowing gems that fed into Kiana’s twin pistols. She fired, and a Honkai beast in the hallway of his apartment complex disintegrated into ash.