“I’m telling you, it’s not the right time,” Arix’s voice was strained, his sharp eyes narrowing as he glared at the others gathered in the room.
“But the signs are clear,” Liora countered, her voice calm but firm, “we cannot ignore what’s coming.”
I stood at the back of the room, my arms crossed, watching the exchange unfold. I hadn’t wanted to come. I never wanted to be the bearer of bad news, but these children, now leaders in their own right, were fighting a battle far worse than the ones they had faced before. And the worst part was, they didn’t even know what they were truly up against.
The prophecy—one that had been buried for generations—was beginning to unravel. And each new revelation sent us all into a spiral of uncertainty.
Arix paced, frustration clouding his features. “We
