Roman's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of revelation. His companions' faces reflected a mix of emotions: shock, fear, and a hint of awe.
Saanvi's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on Roman as if searching for reassurance. Bianca's expression turned introspective, her thoughts consumed by the implications of his words.
Sophia's lips parted, her breath catching in her throat, as if the sheer magnitude of the changes unfolding before them had stolen her voice. Xylara stood tall, her confidence unwavering, her eyes shining with a fierce loyalty.
As Roman finished speaking, the group stood in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds. The warm breeze carried the scent of wildflowers, their delicate petals swaying in the wind.
