119. Fall of the Architect

Elijah stood in the dimly lit hall, his gaze fixed on the entrance where he knew David, the Architect, would make his appearance.

The tension hung thick in the air, the quiet moments before a storm that had been brewing for years.

He adjusted his stance, calm but ready, every muscle braced for what lay ahead.

The doors opened, and David strode in, his expression calm, almost amused.

"So," he said, his voice echoing off the walls, "we’ve finally come to this."

Elijah’s eyes narrowed. "The game you started all those years ago—it ends tonight."

David chuckled, the sound low and taunting.

"You speak with such finality, Elijah. But do you really think you’ve outmaneuvered me? Everything you’ve done, every alliance, every move… I saw it coming. I allowed it."

Elijah held his ground, his voice steady. "And here you are, alone, without any of your puppets to back you up. Maybe your control wasn’t as absolute as you thought."

David’s expression darkened. "I was the one who shaped Evendore! I d
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