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Malakor laughed, a harsh, dry sound. "Balance is a myth. Power is the only reality." He raised a hand, and the loom's threads lashed out like whips.
Intrigued, Elias followed the orb's guidance. The mill was a skeletal remains of its former glory, the air heavy with the ghost of a thousand humming machines. In the center of the main floor, a massive, ancient loom stood, its threads tangled and glowing with a malevolent green light. "The source," the orb whispered. [S1E4] The Miracle Job
As he channeled these positive emotions through the orb, the blue light intensified, clashing with the loom's sickly green glow. The threads began to untangle, the malevolent energy dissipating into the air. Malakor laughed, a harsh, dry sound
"You seek to fix what cannot be broken," a voice hissed from the shadows. Out stepped Malakor, a man whose eyes were as cold as the gears he tinkered with. He had been the mill's foreman, and his bitterness had become a tangible force, feeding the loom's corruption. Intrigued, Elias followed the orb's guidance
"I'm not fixing it, Malakor," Elias said, his voice steady. "I'm restoring balance."
