The guardian's words hung in the air, a promise of revelation and discovery. Xenon and Leandra leaned forward, their eyes locked on the entity.
"What do you mean by 'chosen ones'?" Leandra asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
The guardian's presence seemed to grow, its energy enveloping them. "You have been chosen to fulfill an ancient prophecy," it said. "A prophecy that speaks of two beings with the power to shape the multiverse."
Xenon's eyes narrowed. "What prophecy?" he asked.
The guardian's response was like a gentle stream, flowing with wisdom and knowledge. "The prophecy speaks of a time when the multiverse will be threatened by a great imbalance. A time when the fabric of reality will be torn apart, and the very existence of the cosmos will be at risk."
Leandra's eyes wide
