His warm smile graced his lips as he uttered, "There's a peculiar magnetism within you, drawing in darkness, suffering, and pain, yet fleeting moments of joy occasionally grace your life."
His expression shifted to one of sorrow for a moment, then he continued, "You might wonder why these trials befall you."
Eveloria, puzzled, questioned, "Why is this happening to me?"
He replied with a cryptic tone, "Your mere presence here unsettles the world's delicate balance. The answers will come to you in time. Eventually, you'll face a choice between Life and Death."
Eveloria gazed at him, curiosity etched on her face, and ventured, "Are you a mage?"
He chuckled softly, "No, I'm not a mage. I'm a superior being."
Her raised eyebrow betrayed her skepticism, and she eyed him suspiciously. A superior being?
"Does Lord Tristan and the others know your true identity?" she inquired, prompting Stefan to shake his head with a smile.
