The steady glow of the lab dimmed as Zane stopped typing, his fingers hovering over the last keystroke. A low hum still radiated from the Soul Matrix interface tethered to his custom laptop. His deep purple eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he leaned back slightly, stretching his knuckles.
"It's finished," he murmured, voice smooth but sharp as glass. "Just one thing left."
Inside the flask, the weakened soul energy ball warped and twisted, reshaping itself into an oval core. Wisps of silvery essence fluttered outward like delicate laces of light, but they were not natural—on them, Zane's precise coding shimmered faintly, a living script etched into the very resonance of the soul.
Smirking, he whispered, "Let's give you a purpose."
