バトルクラッシュは、早期アクセスの発売からわずか数ヶ月後にEOSを発表します
NCSOFTのマルチプレイヤーMOBA、Battle Crushはシャットダウンしています。ゲームが完全なリリースにさえ達していないことを考えると、これは驚くべきことです。 2023年8月のグローバルテストと2024年6月の早期アクセスに続いて、ゲームのサーバーは閉鎖されています。
Battle Crush's End of Service（EOS）日付：
公式シャットダウン日は2024年11月29日です。ゲーム内での購入は停止しましたが、2024年6月27日から2024年10月23日までの購入に対して払い戻しが可能です。
AndroidおよびSteamプレーヤーは、2024年12月2日から2025年1月までの払い戻しをリクエストできます。ゲームへのアクセスは2024年11月28日に終了します。それ以前に目的のコンテンツをダウンロードしてください。
公式ウェブサイトは、2025年5月30日までサポートのためにアクセスできます。ソーシャルメディアとDiscordは、2025年1月31日に終了します。
予期しない閉鎖？
ゲームに時間を費やしたプレイヤーにとって、閉鎖は残念です。楽しい一方で、バトルクラッシュはやや不格好なコントロールとペーシングの問題に苦しみ、それが広範囲にわたる成功を達成するのを妨げました。これは最終的にその時期尚早の終わりにつながりました。
シャットダウンする前に、Google Playストアからバトルクラッシュをダウンロードできます。その他のゲームのニュースについては、ブラックデザートモバイルのストーリー主導の秋のシーズンクエストの今後の報道をご覧ください。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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