Arlo felt it the moment the corruption entered him through Ramsay's grip on his arm.
It moved faster than anything Arlo had encountered, growing inside him like a tree starved of resources.
He tore himself free of the man's grip and landed back, his hands already working, reaching for the timeline and trying to pull the damage back to before it had existed.
His skill failed.
The corruption didn't reverse. Instead, it spread, moving through his body with the efficiency of something that had been designed specifically to resist exactly what he was trying to do.
It moved without his input, touching the organs as it passed and shutting them down ruthlessly.
He felt his legs first, the corruption eroding every nerve and muscle there, forcing him to his knees.
Then it moved through his body, his kidneys shutting down, then his intestines.
He looked up at Ramsay.
