Jax stood up, his vision finally stable. He didn't just clean the code anymore. Now, he owned it.

Jax activated his overclock kit, a dangerous piece of hardware that pushed his nervous system to match the 1080P refresh rate. Suddenly, the world became crystal clear. He could see the individual pixels of the fireballs the Architect launched from the ceiling vents.

The Architect collapsed into a single, towering avatar: a knight made of liquid glass and flickering pixels. Jax was exhausted, his vision blurring as his overclock kit began to melt. "One more frame," Jax whispered.