Corruption: 14 → 0 . There. A blank slate. He grinned. Then, a whisper from the Loom’s corrupted core: Why stop? Make her yours.
He’d been pure once. But after thirty-seven edits for desperate souls, the power had begun to curdle him. Why just fix Rynn when he could improve her?
He looked down. His own left hand was now a claw.
Rynn’s eyes snapped open. They were blank, adoring, empty. She knelt. “Master. I feel wonderful. What is your will?”
