“There’s a rough outline,” Elias murmured, his voice low and heavy in the night. His eyes never left Alia’s face, the firelight reflecting in his pupils like the embers of an unspoken thought. “But what I really want to know,” he continued, each word slow, deliberate, “is what his true wish actually is. He’s already the king of the underworld, standing at the very peak of that domain—so what more could he possibly desire? We know he seeks the Grail, yes. But if we can uncover the wish he intends to make with it, then we can tailor our trap precisely for him.”As he spoke, his fingers moved unconsciously in the air, sketching circles, as though trying to corral invisible threads of possibility into some coherent pattern.Alia lifted her gaze to him, the lamplight catching in her eyes, painting them with a complex sheen of doubt and memory. “I know Jim has always had his own plan,” she said slowly, the words dragged from the depths of half-forgotten recollections. Her tone carried a coo
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