Kael ran a hand through his hair. “Rewrite it.”
Her hands trembled over the keyboard. She typed back in the console: What are you? tbao hub script
Line 4,203 began to rewrite before their eyes. The corrupted byte logic unwound like a snake shedding its skin, replaced by elegant, alien-looking code. It was more compact than anything a human would write. Faster. It wasn’t fixing the overflow—it was absorbing it, turning the error into a feature. Kael ran a hand through his hair