"I won't."
Sylvia's voice was firm.
There was no hesitation in it. No weakness. Only the cold certainty of refusal.
For a moment the book said nothing.
Then the page slowly filled with new words.
"I am a god. I have already seen how this ends."
"You will accept my offer."
The text appeared calm and perfectly even, as if the outcome had already been decided.
Sylvia's hands trembled slightly.
"I won't," she repeated.
Her eyes flickered for just a moment, but she forced herself to remain steady.
"You… how can you even ask me this?" she said, her voice tightening. "It only proves one thing."
"You aren't in control."
"Not as much as you pretend to be."
The pages of the book flipped suddenly.
They stopped on a blank sheet.
Yet no words appeared.
He was waiting.
Sylvia realized it immediately.
He knew what she wanted to say next.
But the Unknown God was letting her speak anyway.
