Elijah stood on the rooftop, wind tugging at his worn jacket. Lagos stretched below—chaotic, alive, and oblivious to the battles invisible to most eyes. Lara appeared silently beside him.
"Faith isn't just power," she said, voice low. "It's choice. And every choice has consequences."
Elijah nodded, thinking of his sister. "Then I have to be ready… for everything."
A warm pulse thrummed in his chest, a subtle reminder that his Resonance was listening, learning. He closed his eyes and focused—not on fear, but on conviction.