He called his mods "Edicts." Each one required a sacrifice—not of gold or items, but of memory. The first Edict cost him the face of his mother. He forgot what she looked like, but in exchange, his character gained the ability to phase through locked doors. He walked into the vault of the richest guild on the server and emptied it in one night.
He deleted the throne. Not the server—just the throne. He disabled all his mods. One by one, memories flooded back—not all of them, but enough. His mother's face. The sound of rain. The name his father gave him. strive for power mods
The Throne of Fragments