The morning sun rose over the city, casting long golden shadows across the streets below. Elias stood at the window of the penthouse, his hands resting on the cool glass, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The light was beautiful, warm, filled with promise. But there was something wrong with it. Something that made his skin prickle with unease.
The shadow inside him was quiet. Too quiet.
It had been three weeks since he had absorbed the light, since he had become the balance. Three weeks of peace, of healing, of watching the world slowly stitch itself back together. The light and shadow within him were in harmony, a constant dance of creation and destruction that pulsed with the rhythm of the universe.
But something had changed.
The shadow had grown distant. Withdrawn. It no longer spoke t
