Rafael stood before the three elders who sat on the three chairs of the elevated platform, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the air. The statement echoed within him, "he can be killed even if he was the chosen one." Rafael couldn't help but question their intent.
"Do you mean that? You'll kill me?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of astonishment and fear.
The elder who had made the chilling statement nodded solemnly, his expression unmoving. The weight of responsibility bore down on Rafael, realizing that being the chosen one did not come with invincibility.
Rafael's mind raced, trying to comprehend the gravity of their words. The prophecy had been passed down for generations, a sacred knowledge guarding the fate of their kind.
The chosen ones were meant to fulfil a grea
