The sky above crackled with the raw power of nature, lightning illuminating the darkened abyss while thunder rumbled like the heartbeat of a primordial titan. Drake felt the elements themselves bending to the will of fate, converging upon him with an otherworldly intensity that left him breathless.
(You are bound to the destiny of a son born in chaos and destruction.)
At that moment, Drake found it hard to accept a revelation that shook the foundation of his existence. He had never fathomed that his birth harbored such deep mysteries, secrets that shaped his being with chains of destiny. The twelfth prophecy was revealed to him through the veiled whispers of the cosmos, laid bare a truth that struck him to the core.
(Birth, peak, and death. To risk one's life for peace and carry the blade of sins. Be a tool to balance darkness and light on Earth. What was given shall be taken. Remember to be willing. Do not fight, do not struggle, do not love.)
