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"Los servidores de Final Fantasy 14 enfrentan interrupciones importantes"

Autor : Jacob Actualizar : May 28,2025

"Los servidores de Final Fantasy 14 enfrentan interrupciones importantes"

Final Fantasy 14 recientemente se enfrentó a una interrupción significativa del servidor en sus centros de datos de América del Norte, que se cree que fue desencadenada por un corte de energía en lugar de un ataque DDoS. Los jugadores de los cuatro centros de datos de NA encontraron desconexiones del servidor poco después de las 8:00 p.m. Si bien esto marca una desviación de los incidentes pasados ​​vinculados a los ataques DDoS, Square Enix está investigando activamente la causa.

A principios de 2024, el juego frecuentemente fue víctima de los ataques DDoS, lo que resultó en una mayor latencia y desconexiones del servidor. A pesar de los esfuerzos de mitigación, estos ataques siguen siendo difíciles de prevenir. Sin embargo, esta última interrupción parece provenir de factores externos, como una explosión de transformadores en Sacramento, hogar de los centros de datos de NA del juego. Las cuentas de las redes sociales y los hilos de Reddit notaron un ruido fuerte consistente con una falla de energía, seguido de un rápido retorno a la normalidad en una hora.

Mientras que los servidores europeos, japoneses y oceánicos permanecieron operativos, los centros de datos de NA, incluidos los servicios de éter, cristal y primal, se reanudaron gradalmente. Dynamis, el centro más nuevo, permaneció fuera de línea temporalmente. A medida que Final Fantasy 14 se prepara para 2025, incluida la versión móvil anticipada, la estabilidad del servidor en curso sigue siendo una preocupación crítica tanto para los jugadores como para los desarrolladores.

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