Floor 90.
The road leading up to this point had been treacherous, absolutely. That fact was not lost on Kirito. He might have been considered one of strongest players in the game – though many seemed to hold the opinion that he was the strongest – he knew he couldn't let it go to his head. After all, he'd been present for every single boss fight, so he was uniquely qualified for understanding just how rigorous the climb was.
Ever since Kayaba's reveal on Floor 75, the clearing effort had slowed. What should have taken only a few months to clear took so much longer because of an inability to maintain momentum.
Alice and Eugeo had done a decent enough job keeping the KoB together, but they hadn't been able to stop the metaphorical wound from bleeding entirely. A handful of KoB knights were crestfallen after the revelation that their commander was their enemy the entire time and, while they were deeply indebted to Eugeo for saving Alice, they just couldn't find the energy to keep up. They ended up retiring, leaving the guild, and some were now signed up in the Army to help maintain peace and safety on the lower floors.
As a result, casualties on the lower floors had reached an all-time low, but so had progress on the front line.
Everyone who remained were certainly motivated to continue upward, if only out of sheer spite for Akihiko Kayaba, but it had taken them 6 months to clear 15 floors after 75. If his math and calendar were right, that meant they were trapped in this wretched game for 3 years. Well over 1,000 days straight. He glanced over at Silica, who – outside of Yui, for obvious reasons – was the youngest in their guild. She should have been in high school right now. Instead, she was a veteran child soldier fighting a war against a literal machine.
A soldier about to rush into battle once again.
"It's been a while since we've taken out a dragon boss, huh? I wonder what kind of loot it'll drop!"
… but at least she was enthusiastic about it?
"Ah, are we hoping for another gummy tooth dagger, Sil?" Nautilus teased as they waited outside the boss doors.
"I will stab you, Naut." Silica warned, though the smirk on her face betrayed how serious she actually was about the threat.
"Children, behave." Asuna chided, though she was trying to hide a smile of her own.
"Yes, mom." Silica droned on teasingly.
Asuna visibly recoiled, drawing forth a peal of laughter from those around them. "Please no. Don't ever call me that again, I beg you. Only Yui gets to call me that."
"But that would make Yui and I sisters!" Silica decided to keep poking.
"Don't make me revoke your karaoke privileges." Kirito joked.
Silica gasped in mock horror. "You wouldn't!"
"Not my singing buddy!" Yuuki cried out, hugging Silica and smooshing their cheeks together. "You can't take her from me!"
Kirito grinned. Yuuki and the Sleeping Knights were Renegades in all but name at this point, as the two guilds spent a significant portion of their free time around each other getting up to all sorts of hijinks. For people like Jun or Nori – diehard combat junkies, the both of them – they spent most of their time sparring with the likes of Ducker or Nautilus; occasionally they were able to rope Kirito in, but the results of those duels were always crushing defeats.
For the more mild-mannered ones like Siune, Talken, or Tecchi, they preferred to just hang out in the guild hall and make idle conversation. Talken actually took a liking to blacksmithing and was currently apprenticing under Liz, while Siune and Tecchi decided to take up cooking and were learning under Asuna. For the ever-energetic Yuuki, the only activity that could sate her boundless energy was karaoke, and Yuna and Silica were more than happy to oblige.
"Ah, but they would." Yuna snarked nearby, much to Yuuki's visible dismay.
"Look alive, everyone!" Lind shouted, immediately bringing all casual conversation to a screeching halt. Like a light switch, everyone immediately shifted into "battle mode," so to speak.
Go time.
"What info we were able to gather leads us to believe that this is going to be a tough battle." Lind began, only to be met with joking jeers, as everyone already knew to expect that. This was the 90th Floor boss, after all. This was going to be anything but a cake walk.
"What he's referring to is the fact that the info Argo and Lokuss were able to procure suggests that this boss likes to fly around. Expect some sort of strafing maneuver, so be ready to dodge. Don't stand in one place for too long."
"Aside from that, standard tank and spank." Kirito added, feeling obligated to help lead the effort as one of the big three guild leaders. "Let the tanks soak up the hits until we get a good read on its attack patterns. Stay with your groups and keep an ear out in case we call out any changes or dangers."
"Everyone ready?" Alice asked, and a chorus of affirmatives was her answer. She pushed the doors open and, after a stereotypical ominous creak as the ancient stone doors scraped across the floor, led the raid group inside.
The battlefield was, more or less, arranged in an open-air corridor (or valley or ravine, he supposed) that was longer than it was wide, its dimensions more or less similar to an American football field. Rocky outcroppings along the sides fenced them in and defined what was safe to traverse in what Kirito was now realizing was a death trap. The area was wide, make no mistake, but they were closed in on all sides. The sky was gloomy, the kind of atmosphere one would expect just before a thunderstorm. It was dark, humid, and reeked of impending conflict.
On the far end of the corridor-slash-valley was a massive stone statue of a dragon. It was large and imposing, but what stood out the most to Kirito was how ridiculously rotund the petrified creature was. This thing was supposed to fly? He wasn't sure about that, but if he'd learned anything from Silica, then a dragon with a pot belly usually hinted at a better capacity to exhale breath attacks. Wide, sweeping breath attacks were all but guaranteed at this point.
Alice stalled, waiting for the entirety of the raid group to enter through the stone doors. Following the 75th Floor broadcast – the very same that killed an entire scouting group – it was made clear in no uncertain terms that no one was to engage the boss until all raiders were present within the arena. Slow and steady won this race.
"It's a statue." Klein commented unhelpfully.
"Really?" Nautilus jabbed. "Is that what that is?"
Klein chuckled while flipping Nautilus off. "Point taken, jerk."
"Stay sharp." Alice cautioned as the doors disappeared behind them.
*C-c-c-c-RACK!*
A massive crack split itself open along the lower jaw of the statue, and for a moment Kirito thought the statue was about to crumble to the ground. At least, that's what he thought until he saw a chunk of stone fall away from what was clearly scaly flesh and a toothy maw underneath. The neck started to twist, and more pieces of stone began to fall away. Slowly, but surely, the dragon beneath started to break free of its stoney bonds. Even halfway out of its granite shell, its angered, almost volcanic eyes focused on the raiders and it let loose a mighty roar.
"Well that's kind of terrifying." Ducker commented after the beast stopped bellowing.
Silica gulped. "Just a little bit."
Another deafening screech later, and ((Dorz'l the Chaos Drake)) was free from its bonds. It immediately stomped forward, its piercing gaze laser-sharp as it made its way towards the poor sap who found themselves closest to the rampaging drake.
"Liten!" Kirito shouted.
"On it!" Liten answered, and Kirito took some careful steps back and to the side. He needed to wait and scope out its attack patterns, and Liten was the most qualified to be a target dummy. Even Leonn needed to have some semblance of what he was up against if he was going to time his attacks right. Liten had no such handicaps, and could hold fast behind her tower shield.
Too bad Heathcliff had to turn out to be Kayaba himself. They really could have used the man's defensive wall here.
Kirito immediately snapped into analysis mode as he watched Liten – and a few other tanks who'd been assigned to help share the load – tank each attack the massive drake sent her way.
A breath attack, which was usually preceded by the drake rearing back onto its hind legs before slamming down on all fours. Probably the easiest to spot given that it was the most telegraphed.
A charging attack where it swept its head and snapped its jaws as it plowed forward. Easily averted by keeping attacks focused on its side instead of its front.
A conal AoE breath attack, which hit everyone within its immediate field of vision. He'd have to be careful about that one and get out of the way quickly before it hit. Fortunately, he could run under its belly to avoid that attack. Probably shouldn't stay there, though.
A tail sweep. Never attack a dragon from behind. Ever.
An AoE attack where Dorz'l spat chaotic energy into the sky, only for it to rain down like purple lightning onto unsuspecting players. He'd have to keep an eye on the sky following that attack.
"Engage when ready!" Alice cried out, and immediately a handful of players shot forward to harry the beast. Kirito joined them, his arms reeling back in the familiar set-up stance for ((Double Circular)). The 2-hit combo had become a staple of his toolkit, so to speak. Whenever he could safely get away with its use, he used it. It was short, efficient, and fairly strong.
His twin blades cut deep across the dragon's front claw and he immediately lunged to the side to avoid that forward charge attack. The sound of scaled flesh meeting shield graced his ears; rather than look back out of curiosity, he dashed across, scoring an unassisted sword strike across the beast's belly.
Dorz'l shrieked in pain – apparently he'd scored a critical hit – before staggering forward and snapping at the tanks in front. Liten hunkered down behind her shield again and skidded back from the impact. In any case, Dorz'l took the opportunity to lift off into the air, its massive purple wings buffeting everyone around and sending the smaller players tumbling to the ground.
"Spread out!" Kirito commanded. "It's probably going to start bombing runs!"
Following his own advice, Kirito split off from the clump of players he was around and took a light stance. He needed to be able to move on a dime and jump out of the way of whatever this thing was planning. His eyes watched Dorz'l circle wide in the air, his gaze as vigilant as a hawk's. The dragon broke off its usual route and swooped down, letting loose a line of chaotic energy from its maw.
Kirito counted himself lucky that he wasn't anywhere near the target area, but noted that a few of his guildmates – Sinon and Silica, specifically – had to leap out of the way or get fried by the purple lightning.
"You okay?" He asked as Silica jogged up next to him.
"Yeah." She panted as Fafnir landed on her shoulder. She was sporting a tired grin, much to his surprise. At least she was having some fun. Her eyes widened. "Watch out!"
Instinctively, he dived in the same direction Silica had and rolled so that he didn't eat stone floor. He looked up and over to see the rapidly retreating form of a still-in-flight Dorz'l and the faint sparks of purple energy bleeding back into the ground.
"Sinon!" Kirito called out. "Can you bring it down?!"
"What does it look like I'm doing?!" She snapped, loosing several arrows in quick succession. "It's a dragon! I can only do so much!"
Another line of purple energy blasted forth, blanketing a section of the battlefield as raiders frantically leaped out of the way.
"How are we supposed to bring that thing down?!" Klein shouted.
"Hold on a second…" Sinon muttered, charging up a skill with her bow. She took careful aim before loosing the bolt, which screamed through the sky before impacting a wing.
Dorz'l roared in fury before making a beeline for Sinon. It swooped lower, too low for a breath attack like previously. It was almost as if…
Sinon cursed as the dragon reached and grabbed her with its clawed hands before taking off into the sky again. Kirito yelped in alarm before running (futilely) after it. He stopped just before reaching the rock wall.
"Shit!" Nezha cursed. He threw his chakram, which bounded off the drake's arm before returning to its owner. "It's got her!"
An idea sprung into existence in Kirito's head. An awful idea. An idea that was just as likely to get him killed here as it was to get him killed by his wife, but Sinon was in danger. He had no idea if she was being squeezed to death right now, and if it decided to drop her, the fall damage would be what killed her instead. They had no more resurrection stones, so they couldn't even bank on that.
"Leonn!" Kirito caught the tank's attention as he ran towards him. Meanwhile, the looming shape of Dorz'l was approaching from the other side. "Throw me!"
"What?!" Leonn cried out, glancing back at the approaching drake. He cursed under his breath before reaching out a hand. "I thought we were past this, but fine!"
Kirito sprinted forward, not even bothering to sheathe one of his two swords. Once he was within arm's reach, Kirito felt Leonn grab onto his collar before he was violently thrown up into the air, on a direct collision course with the boss dragon.
As cliche as it sounded to him, time did seem to slow down as he soared through the air, blades in hand, towards the boss of the 90th Floor. Reversing his grip on both swords, he let out a battle cry before falling onto the dragon's face and digging deep with his blades. He hadn't hit the eyes like he hoped for, but he could be content with the fact that the blades were firmly planted in Dorz'l's forehead.
((Dorz'l the Chaos Drake)) screeched in pain as it reached the lowermost part of its dive, inadvertently dropping Sinon into the waiting arms of Asuna and Liz. Kirito held on for dear life as Dorz'l crashed into the ground, virtual dust, dirt, and stone rubble spraying up into the air from the impact.
"WITNESSED!" Someone shouted.
"He's not dead, idiot!" Was the reply, but Kirito was too dazed by the crash to really register who said it.
"It was still badass, though!" Ah. That was Klein. Ever the hype man.
"I'm going to kill him!" And that would be Asuna.
Shaking off the daze that clouded his mind, Kirito tightened the grip on his left sword, planted his feet on the drake's snout, and began to slash away at what bits of flesh he could find. Dorz'l roared, and Kirito could feel the wind at his back as the dragon rushed forward. He looked back before his eyes snapped open in shock. They were on a collision course with the wall!
Frantically, he dislodged his left sword and dove off to the ground. A resounding crash echoed behind him, and he looked back with a small bit of satisfaction at the sight of a wobbly-looking Dorz'l.
"Now! While he's dazed!" Lind shouted.
Kirito rushed in, ready to unleash the full might of his blades on the dragon. Maybe this wouldn't be so difficult, after all.
He really shouldn't have tempted fate like that.
"Dodge!"
Kirito rolled to the side once.
"Dodge!"
He scrambled to his feet and kicked off the wall, just in time to feel the tingle of latent electricity in the air lick his virtual skin.
"DODGE!"
This time, it was a dead sprint forward as he tried to outrun a line of lightning.
"WE GET IT!" Liz snapped. "WE'RE DODGING!"
As it turned out, the final phase of the boss consisted of ((Dorz'l the Chaos Drake)) repeating the same attack over and over again. Namely, the AoE lightning attack. What should have been a well-organized and systematic takedown of the dragon turned into a twisted game of dodgeball as nearly everyone had to focus on dodging random bolts of purple lightning raining down from the sky. It was so frantic and so constant that Kirito couldn't get close enough to the boss to even consider getting in a solid hit or two.
In the madness of it all, he almost missed something crucial. Below the dragon itself, standing in the space between its feet and directly under its belly, was Silica, happily cutting away at its legs without a care in the world.
Kirito's eyes widened as he, too, came to the realization that the lightning bolts weren't striking the space under the dragon at all. Better yet, Dorz'l was so preoccupied with spamming its AoE lightning ability that it was doing next to nothing to dissuade the little dragon tamer hacking away at its limbs. If he could make it there as well, he could (presumably) let loose with a ((Starburst Stream)) with little to no risk of retaliation.
It was as good a plan as any, he supposed.
Planning and timing his dodges carefully – making sure to dodge in the direction of his destination whenever possible, but without sacrificing safety – Kirito methodically made his way towards Silica and, by extension, Dorz'l. After what was far too long for his liking, he finally rolled out of the way of a lightning strike and stood up underneath the belly of the drake itself. Silica's gaze darted over his way before she refocused on carving up the drake's left forelimb like a honey-glazed ham.
Okay, maybe he was a little hungry.
"Hey Kirito!" She greeted, which was in stark contrast to her intense concentration to the task at hand. "Fancy seeing you here!"
He chuckled before positioning his swords in the startup stance for ((Starburst Stream)). "Figured it was better than standing out in the middle of a storm."
"Speaking of…" Silica trailed before her tone changed and her speech started to resemble barking more than civilized conversation. "FAFNIR, GET BACK OVER HERE!"
As Kirito began swiping away at the groin area of the towering drake above them – he winced a little at the thought of being on the receiving end of such an attack – he noted the little wyvernling swoop in from above, looking a little more singed and scorched than usual. Without any other commands from his master, Fafnir latched onto Dorz'l's chest and began to furiously scratch, bite, and tear before spitting poison into the glowing pixelated wound. A pained roar came from above, the chaos drake clearly in pain from the intensified assault but unwilling to relent from its wide-sweeping attack.
((Starburst Stream)) was Kirito's strongest skill, but it was also his longest. It was easily three times as long as the average sword skill, and here it showed. That wasn't to say that it was boring or tedious, though. In fact, Kirito found himself now falling into a sort of rhythm as he executed the infamous sword skill that had felled the floor boss of the 74th. A sort of meditative, zen state where he let his body do its thing, but subtly tracked each and every movement his arms and hands made. He was fairly certain at this point that, if he wanted, he could manually perform the skill by memory.
The crash and shattering of glass brought him back to his senses, and the obligatory congratulatory message hovered in front of him, signaling that he had scored the last attack on the chaos wyrm.
"Ooh, I got something too!" Silica's voice rang out, and Kirito naturally shifted his attention to see what she'd found. "It's one of those weird soulbound items. ((Beating Heart of the Wyrm)). Eww! It's an actual heart?!"
Silica must have had the worst luck with boss drops, because the soulbound item in question was, indeed, a heart. It wasn't sopping wet with dragon's blood, thankfully, but it was clearly fleshy and moist with what he assumed to be faint remnants of blood. Even worse was the fact that the damn thing was still beating. Kirito felt his skin crawl just looking at it.
"Hopefully we figure out what to do with those soulbound items soon." Kirito lamented. He hated not knowing what they were for. "I got the last attack bonus, ((Entropic Cloak of the Wyrm)). Looks like a good replacement for my ((Blackwyrm Coat))."
Silica snickered. "Ashley's not gonna like that."
"Well, it has better stats." Kirito tried to justify as he equipped the new item. It looks mostly similar to his existing coat, the only difference being the scaled appearance of the cloth itself and its iridescent black color. It almost resembled the color of oil; black but tinged with traces of other colors depending on what angle you viewed it from. "Huh. Not bad."
"Ashley's going to want to redo your entire wardrobe now." Silica noted as she reached out and traced her fingers across the scaled cloth.
Kirito shuddered. Ashley was a good friend and the official tailor of the Renegades, but she was a bit… much. Eccentric to a fault, really. He only hoped he'd survive the encounter.
"Let's go rejoin the others!" Silica chirped, and Kirito made to follow as they walked back towards their guildmates.
"Well done, heroes."
Kirito's eyes widened, as did those of everyone present as a familiar booming voice echoed through the boss arena. The chaotic purple sky turned blood red, and a series of hexagons littered the skyline. It was a familiar sight, and one he hadn't seen for almost three years at this point.
Save for the lack of a plaza full of 10,000 confused players, this was identical to Kayaba's announcement on Lunch Day.
"Kayaba…" He heard Alice growl. Eugeo grabbed her hand in what was probably an attempt to calm the KoB commander. Didn't seem to help much, though.
"In the flesh, so to speak. I would say it's good to see you all again, but I doubt the sentiment is returned." Kayaba's red-cloaked avatar bled into existence in the sky above. "I've come to deliver my congratulations… and a choice."
"You've got some nerve Kayaba." Lind spat, and Kirito found himself agreeing. Though… he was also curious why the game master had broken his otherwise unspoken oath to avoid interfering in this capacity as a GM. Interfering as Heathcliff was admittedly different, as he was operating under the pretense of a normal player.
"See, I've been working on a special project of mine." Kayaba's booming voice explained, having outright ignored Lind. "To that end, I have a proposition, one that may interest you greatly. On the 1st Floor, I have created a door that leads directly to the 100th Floor, but it requires a special key."
What? Was Kayaba trying to cut his own game short? This made no sense.
"I have one last challenge for you, should you choose to accept it; its conclusion will earn you the key to go straight to the 100th Floor, skipping floors 91 - 99 entirely. Consider this an olive branch and a gesture of goodwill from me towards the players I've grown so fond of."
"Really have a God complex, don't you?" Asuna asked rhetorically. Everyone knew the answer to that question.
"Complete my last challenge, earn the key, and come find me for our final showdown in the Ruby Palace."
"What's this challenge of yours then, Kayaba?" Kirito shouted, raising his voice to cut past the confused murmur that was already starting to grow in volume.
"In truth, this challenge is my Legacy. Aside from Aincrad itself, it is my crowning achievement."
"Way to be cryptic." Klein grumbled.
"It wouldn't be sporting of me to reveal everything, now would it? Where's the fun in that?"
"Again with the games!" Kirito shouted. "Why should we accept this challenge? At least we have some idea of what we're getting into with the remaining floors!"
"That would be true… but I can assure you that it would be worth your time. Some rather interesting items and skills await you here that would otherwise be impossible to obtain otherwise."
"What, are you saying this challenge of yours has better loot?" Kirito asked.
"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?"
A wave of disgruntled grumbling swept over the Assault Team. Kirito, meanwhile, simply stared at Kayaba's robed avatar in defiance.
"Rather than outright tell you how to find my Legacy, I think a riddle sounds like fun instead."
Sensing that this was going to be just as cryptic as everything else he'd mentioned so far, Kirito opened up his notepad window and prepared to hurriedly transcribe what came next. He was not alone; many others opened up their menus for the exact same reason and stood at the ready.
"His brethren go to bedsides, battlefronts, and crumbling ridges. When they come, they come alone, tap a shoulder, then are gone. Yet he, ever vigilant and never irate, instead is sworn to guard the gate."
Kirito's mind already began racing, trying to decipher the riddle. Bedsides, battlefronts, and crumbling ridges? Tapping shoulders? Guarding the gate?
"And on that note, I leave you to make your choice. Either continue on as you have, through nine floors of increasing difficulty and of known quantity, or take a chance with my Legacy. The choice is yours, heroes…"
And just like that, he was gone. The sky returned to its original – though not entirely normal, given its stormy appearance – color, and the Assault Team descended into rapid murmuring as they digested the bomb Kayaba just dropped on them. Just passively listening in to nearby conversations was enough to give Kirito the distinct impression that the Assault Team was divided. Like Kayaba said, the remaining floors were a known quantity, but whatever this "Legacy" challenge was – and Kirito did notice the emphasis on the word which seemed to imply importance – held the promise of a shortcut and improved equipment. Equipment which could ultimately serve them well in the final clash with Kayaba.
"What do you guys think?" Klein asked as the Renegades formed up again.
"It's tempting, but it's also a gamble." Kirito considered. "We know absolutely nothing about this Legacy challenge, but it could be the quickest way out."
"What if he's lying?" Nautilus huffed.
Kirito shook his head. "Kayaba's many things. A narcissist, sociopathic man with a god complex and a misguided sense of right and wrong, yes, but he's never been a liar. Apart from how he handed out Unique Skills, he's always shown equality and fairness with the game, and he's never misled us."
"Are we forgetting his performance as Heathcliff?" Liz asked pointedly.
"To be fair, we never asked if he was Kayaba." Ducker admitted, apparently deciding to play Devil's advocate. The glares he was on the receiving end of were telling of how the others felt about that, though. "What? Yeah, it's a lie of omission, but he never lied to our faces. The moment Alice confronted him about it, he fessed up."
"I hate that you're right." Sinon scowled. "So what do we do?"
This was going to be one hell of a debate, he could already tell. Here was not the place to hold it, however. It'd been a long day, and it would do them well to tackle this issue with clear heads and after a little rest. Kirito sighed.
"For now, we go home."
Akihiko Kayaba leaned back in his virtual chair. That went better than he'd hoped.
Make no mistake, he was expecting some resistance, but he didn't expect them to so readily listen. Apparently the possibility of freedom sooner than later was appealing enough for them to entertain participating in his greatest project yet.
Project Legacy.
Truthfully, Legacy was something he'd devised during the Beta but simply didn't have the time or resources necessary to see it through until the official Launch Day. He'd never told any of his team of what he was planning; surely they'd cite such ridiculousness as "human rights" but he was sure he'd already broken some of the Geneva Conventions just by virtue of trapping a civilian populace and forcing them to play a death game for his amusement. Then again, he wasn't a country and he wasn't explicitly at war with anyone, so did those truly apply here?
What was another morally questionable move to his ever-growing list of transgressions?
The green lines that criss-crossed his GM room flickered for a moment, drawing Kayaba's curiosity. What was that?
"Cardinal, report."
"..."
"Cardinal." Kayaba repeated. "Report. What was that just now?"
"..."
"Cardinal."
Well, wasn't that just great. Apparently Cardinal's capacity to speak had been affected by whatever that was. Probably just an audio and visual glitch. Nothing he couldn't fix by going into the controls themselves and –
Huh. Cardinal was running on background processes only.
Perplexing.
SAO was in no danger since the background processes were capable of autonomous balancing and content updates. Still, the matter of Cardinal's conscious faculties, so to speak, being entirely missing was concerning. He delved deeper into the code, furiously scanning over what would have caused such an anomaly. His eyes darted back and forth, faster than the human eye could normally process. It was a good thing he'd left his physical body behind, or else he'd be limited to the same constraints.
There. Something within Project Legacy interfered with Cardinal's processes directly. One could be forgiven for assuming it was some sort of cyber-attack, but even in its dormant state, Cardinal was more than capable at dissuading any potential breaches from the outside world.
So what was it?
His eyes quickly read through page after page until he realized something.
Project Legacy was out of his control. Whatever had attacked Cardinal stripped him of his administrative privileges over Project Legacy. Fortunately, doing so also modified some of the settings on this particular scenario and brought everything back to normal, so when his players found it they wouldn't be caught helpless. Oh well. At least he could still spectate, and he took some pride in that the outside world would see as well.
Soon all would know of Akihiko Kayaba's true Legacy. The VR world would never be the same again.