day 3

As Elijah ventured further into the heart of Leafond, he could feel the city pulsating with hidden energy, like a live wire waiting to electrify the air. Determined to uncover the secrets that the Council of Shadows held, he sought out the aid of an enigmatic figure known only as the Oracle. Rumored to have the answers to all of Leafond's mysteries, the Oracle resided in a dilapidated tower at the edge of the city. Elijah climbed the creaking stairs, his heart pounding with anticipation, and entered the Oracle's chamber, where a frail figure shrouded in darkness awaited him. "Ah, Elijah," the Oracle's voice echoed through the chamber, sending a shiver down Elijah's spine. "I've been expecting you." Elijah's eyes darted around the dimly lit room, blades of moonlight filtering through the cracks in the walls. "You have answers for me?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of skepticism and hope. The Oracle chuckled, a low, raspy sound that seemed to reverberate through the room. "Answers, I have," the Oracle replied cryptically. "But they come at a price." Elijah tensed, prepared to negotiate or even fight if necessary. "What's the price?" he asked, his voice steady and resolute. The Oracle leaned forward, the fragile gauze that covered its face fluttering with each breath. "The price, dear Elijah Nightshade, is a memory. A memory that you hold dear, a piece of your past that you will forfeit in exchange for the knowledge you seek." Elijah's grip tightened on the hilt of his dagger, conflicted by the Oracle.