Yudhishthir, bound by his in-game honor code (a curse he could not delete), accepted.
Draupadi was unplugged. Her consciousness was dragged into the Kaurav Corps' main server, a cold, dark place called the "Court of Silence." And there, in front of the entire Lodynet audience—millions watching across the burned world—Duryodhan began to unmake her. Not delete her. Disassemble her. He pulled her memory files, her emotional subroutines, her laughter, her tears, and spread them across a hundred nodes for his brothers to mock.
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