Devils_work File

Elias hesitated. He had spent a decade designing cathedrals that would never be built and homes for people who didn't know his name. "What do I get in return?"

The change was instant. The next morning, the city was no longer a mess of grey concrete; it was a mathematical symphony. He drafted the "Solstice Tower" in forty-eight hours. It was a marvel of glass that seemed to trap sunlight and hold it long after dusk. By the second year, Elias was a household name. By the fifth, he was a god of industry. devils_work

On the eve of the tenth year, the man returned. He found Elias sitting in the center of his greatest achievement, a marble palace that was freezing despite the summer heat. "Ten years," the man whispered. "You’ve done well." Elias hesitated

"Take it back," Elias begged. His hands were shaking, white and skeletal. "The vision is too much. I can’t see the people anymore. I only see the weight of the walls." The next morning, the city was no longer