Elara sat back, a cold chill running down her spine. The game wasn't a game. It was a blueprint.
Elara zoomed in on the corner of the screen. A small, custom logo floated there: the initials A.R. , stamped over a stylized globe. anno 2205 save game
Inside was not a game asset. It was a personal journal entry, transcribed as in-game notes. Elara sat back, a cold chill running down her spine
She cracked it.
The answer came a moment later: