The golden light from Rama's hand spread like wildfire up Budi's corrupted arm. Where it touched, black veins retreated. Purple corruption recoiled. The void energy that had granted temporary power was being forcibly expelled.
Budi's scream wasn't just pain. It was the corruption fighting back. Resisting purification. The void didn't release its victims easily.
"What—what are you doing?!" Budi tried to pull away. Corrupted strength making him stronger than before. But Rama's grip held firm.
"Saving you from yourself," Rama said through gritted teeth. Speaking was difficult with broken ribs grinding against each other. "Corruption isn't power. It's death sentence. I'm removing it before it becomes permanent."
"I don't—I don't need saving! This power is—"
