"Hello, everyone," he said, his voice low but resonant. "Meet your fellow Chosen Ones."
There was a pause as everyone took in the gravity of his words. Adam glanced at the others, his expression unreadable. Amelia crossed her arms, studying Falco with sharp eyes. Vexa's hand instinctively moved to the pendant around her neck, her gaze narrowing.
Devon, leaned back in his chair, his blood-streaked face emotionless. His eyes glowed faintly, betraying a hint of curiosity as he regarded Falco.
"What do you mean by other 'Chosen Ones'?" Adam finally asked, breaking the silence.
Adam, in his last meeting with Falco, was only told that he is a Chosen One by Ellora. But then, what is this about multiple Chosen Ones and gods?
Falco's smile widened. "It means that each of you has been marked by destiny. The gods themselves have selected you for something greater. Something far beyond your current understanding."
