Waking up to my sin
But between them stood Kai.
Our son’s silver eyes were glowing now, a radiant, blinding chrome that lit up the entire cove. He was holding his hand out, palm toward the Hunter. The air around the man was vibrating, the sand beneath his feet turning to glass from the sheer intensity of the energy Kai was channeling.
"You can't delete me," Kai said, his voice echoing through the caldera like thunder. "I am the one who writes the code."
The Hunter let out a choked, electronic scream as his liquid armor began to boil. He disintegrated—not into blood and bone, but into a cloud of gray, metallic dust that was swept away by the Atlantic wind.