The artifact thrummed in Elias's hand, a low, almost inaudible vibration that resonated deep within his bones. It felt…wrong. Like holding a caged star, its boundless energy threatening to overwhelm his senses. The whispers had started subtly, promises of power, efficiency, control. He recognized them for what they were: the artifact’s insidious attempt to claim him. He clenched his jaw, pushing the seductive thoughts aside. He had to focus. He had a showdown to prepare for.