“It’s on about forty percent of the student body,” Lina whispered. “Random distribution. And Kael… the ones who have it? We can’t say the word out loud.”
-Ninoss-
Those were the ones that broke people .
Kael stared at the blinking cursor on his console. Three years at WTM Academy—the World Transmutation Institute—and he’d learned to fear the small patches. The big ones (v0.3, v0.35) were obvious: new wings of the campus, new laws of physics, new flavors of fear. But the point updates? The ones with a single, cryptic word? WTM Academy -v0.361- -Ninoss-