Kyung
I held my hand out and channeled the light within the stone to my hand. My eyes widened as I saw a brown-haired boy with turquoise eyes. The winds howled with a great intensity as he stared down a man who reminded me of Prince Orlin. Unlike Orlin, this man's smile wasn't full of warmth but with hubris.
The light from the Taiyite stone surged into my palm, a warm current that seemed to pulse with life. As the vision of the brown-haired boy with turquoise eyes unfolded before me, I felt a connection to something greater than myself—a narrative woven into the very essence of the cosmos. In order words, a fated moment.
The boy's gaze was steadfast, confronting the man with the hubristic smile. This was no mere memory; it was a crossroads in the fabric of destiny, a scene of things to come. The howling winds seemed to echo the turmoil of the clash, a symphony of forces both seen and unseen.
