Elias returned to his scavenging, but he was different now. He knew that even in the darkest corners, there was a spark of something extraordinary waiting to be rediscovered. And sometimes, all it took was a little bit of faith and a silver orb to perform a miracle.
"Welcome," a melodious voice chimed, "to the Miracle Job. Your task: Restore balance." Elias frowned. "Balance? In this dump?"
Malakor screamed, his form flickering as the source of his power vanished. With a final, blinding flash of blue light, the loom fell silent. The green glow was gone, replaced by a soft, steady hum.