The morning light was gentle, soft, like a whispered promise. Elias stood at the window of the penthouse, his hands resting on the cool glass, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The city below was waking up, the streets filling with people going about their lives. It was peaceful. Beautiful. Everything he had fought to protect.
Decades had passed since the balance was restored. Decades of peace, of healing, of watching the world grow and change. The Balance Initiative had become a permanent institution, its members dedicated to protecting the harmony between light and shadow. Elias had trained new guardians, passed on his knowledge, his wisdom, his purpose.
But the shadow was still with him. Always with him.
You are thinking about the void again, the shadow said. I can feel it in your thoug
