Either way, in that finite expanse, you were always conscious of what the other players were (or obviously weren’t) doing it was apparent, for instance, when someone joined a rift game in order to quietly open a cow portal. Sometimes the visitor ended up being a serial killer, or a silent weirdo who just wanted to do their own thing (which would sometimes mess up your thing). In previous Diablo games, the presence of other players was a series of announced incursions.

I didn’t realize that adapting old Diablo instincts for an open-world format would be a thing, but here we are. Eventually, after a few more violent knee jerks, I start waving at fellow Wanderers instead of trying to murder them.

Sorry, other person, for mistaking you for an abnormally large Fallen my first reflex is to machine-gun fireball anything that moves because I grew up running away from the original Butcher. The first time I see another player roaming around Estuar in Diablo 4, even before their friendly green nameplate registers in my brain, I reflexively open fire with the righteous fury of a mindless exterminator sent to cleanse the land of evil.

Diablo 4 no trading