Aiden stared at his master, the weight of the prophecy still reverberating within him. His mind raced, sifting through the cryptic verses, trying to discern his role in the grand scheme of things. But one question rose above the rest, trembling on his lips.
"Are you... asking me to search for the chosen one?"
The Black Dragon Monarch chuckled, the sound rich with amusement and something else - a glimmer of pride or amusement, perhaps. But then his expression shifted, as if he was considering something deeply. Finally, he gave a slight nod, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Yes, Aiden," he said, his voice calm and measured. "You will search for the individuals spoken of in the prophecy. They will be your companions in the trials to come."
Aiden felt a surge of both anticipation and trepidation.
