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Inevitably, the city’s keepers—the Blades of Order—resented the quiet domination of the fields. They called the bot-farms blights on honest play, citadels of greed built atop the bones of casual adventurers. Skirmishes broke out at dawn beyond the western wall: crossbow bolts stitched the air, and rune-fire licked through the mist. Some clashes were staged, a dangerous theater where bot-runners tested new evasion scripts and bladesmen tried to catch them mid-loop. Other fights were genuine, raw with the fury of players who watched their hard-earned spawn snatched away by an automaton that never grew tired.