day 4

Elijah hesitated, memories of his past flashing before his eyes. The Oracle's proposition was tempting, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of fear at the thought of losing a part of himself. However, the burning desire to uncover the truth and protect those he cared about outweighed his trepidation. With a deep breath, he made his decision.

"I will pay the price," Elijah said, his voice steady and determined. "But know this, Oracle, I will not be broken. Even without that memory, I will find a way to protect the ones I love and bring down the Council of Shadows." The Oracle nodded, its shadowy form seeming to cloak itself with a newfound sense of purpose. "Very well," it rasped. "Prepare yourself, Elijah Nightshade, for the memory shall be extracted." A surge of anticipation and trepidation coursed through Elijah's veins as the Oracle began its mysterious ritual, its bony fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air. With each pass, a soft, silver light enveloped Elijah, transporting him back in time to the memory he was about to relinquish. He closed his eyes, willing himself to let go, knowing that sacrifices had to be made in the pursuit of truth and justice. The memory slipped away like smoke, leaving a void in his mind where once it had resided, but