“Stop the overwrite!” Vorde’s shout hit sharp, but my hands didn’t respond. They moved anyway, fast and precise, flying over a system I couldn’t even see anymore. I felt every command execute. Every line rewrite. Every timeline bend. And I couldn’t stop it. No. No, I didn’t build this to lose like this. “Veronica!” Viole cried. “Please, fight it!”
Her voice shook, raw with fear. It cut through something in me, something small, buried, but still alive, I pushed. Hard. My fingers stuttered. Just once. Hope sparked. Then, Control snapped back tighter than before.
“Resistance detected,” my voice said flatly. “Adjusting suppression.”
Pain exploded through my head, sharp enough to blur everything. My knees hit the ground again, but my hands kept moving, still rewriting everything. Vorde grabb
