Five years had passed since I'd settled in the village. My son, Ryker's unofficial nephew, had grown into a bright and curious child. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw a familiar glint - a spark that reminded me of Xenon.
Kael, my son, was the spitting image of his father. His features, his eyes, his smile - everything about him screamed Xenon. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd inherited any of Xenon's abilities, or if he'd develop his own unique strengths.
As Kael grew older, he began to exhibit signs of his supernatural heritage. His senses were heightened, and he possessed a natural affinity for leadership. The villagers, who'd grown fond of him, would often remark on his charisma and confidence.
Ryker, who'd become like a father to Kael, would smile proudly as he watched him pla
