He was the Sovereign of Laws. And he was about to write the most expensive patch note in the history of the universe.
The agonizing, mind-breaking fire ravaging Sebastian's arms did not stop. It escalated.
As he pushed his hands deeper into the raw, uncompiled core of the Mainframe, the system's rejection protocols went into maximum overdrive. The server treated his biological flesh like a catastrophic virus trying to infect its most secure directory.
Sebastian kept his silver-tinged eyes wide open, staring through the blinding, swirling matrix of blue and gold data. He watched with a terrifying, detached horror as the skin on his hands completely blackened and peeled away like burnt paper. The heat was so absolute that his blood didn't even have time to drip; it simply instantly vaporized into a fine, red mist the second it was exposed to the raw code.
