"No," Leo smiled, tears finally pricking at his eyes. "Remember the night we defended the World Tree? You played the Keeper of the Grove. You kept entangling my own units."

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"Remember the night we beat the Undead campaign?" Leo whispered to the empty room. The search results didn't answer.

Another pause, longer this time. Leo held his breath.

A dusty forum thread from 2018: "Does anyone still play this? Server status?"

They played side-by-side on two clunky desktops in the basement, connected by a crossover cable that snaked across the carpet like a silver serpent. For three years, that basement was Azeroth. His father was a patient Orc chieftain, always letting Leo's human paladin get in one last heal. They built bases, defended chokepoints, and when the Frozen Throne expansion came out, they stayed up past midnight to watch Illidan Stormrage fail heroically.

Leo leaned back, the worn leather of his office chair groaning in protest. Outside his window, the city was a mosaic of rain-smeared light, but his world had shrunk to the dimensions of a fifteen-inch laptop screen. He typed slowly, deliberately, as if the words were a ritual incantation.

He closed the laptop.