The command line blinked. Once. Twice.

Her dagger became a chess pawn.

Then the world tore .

" Ran gm command, " it said. " Create piece. "

" The game was not meant to be run twice, " it croaked, in the DM's own voice.

Anomaly_04 (Designation: "Echo") has joined the initiative. It is not hostile. It is not friendly. It is *corrective* .

And the DM looked down at their keyboard to see the words they had not typed:

Not with a roar or an explosion, but with a wet, surgical rip. The air in the center of the tavern table folded inward like a piece of paper crumpled by an invisible fist. For a single, frozen second, the party saw through the hole—a glimpse of somewhere else: a library on fire where the books were screaming.

Then the tear sealed.