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Previously

…"My destiny is my own to forge," Elias replied, a faint, almost imperceptible melody beginning to weave itself around his words. It was a melody of defiance, of a dawning self-awareness. "And if my soul was pledged, then it was pledged to a power I have now outgrown." Malakor’s hand, which had been hovering inches from Elias’s chest, now surged forward, not to offer a pact, but to strike. But Elias was ready. The melody in the air intensified, coalescing into a protective shield of pure sonic energy. The penthouse suite, moments before a stage for temptation, now vibrated with the nascent power of a soul reclaiming its own. The devil’s bargain, it seemed, was not yet sealed.