Minho, ever curious, was the first to break the silence. "So, why did you say this world is dying?" He glanced at Luminoir hesitantly before adding, "I mean, if it's okay to ask."
Luminoir, leaning back in her seat, sighed heavily as if the weight of centuries pressed down on her. "Sure, why not? I suppose it's something you all would want to know sooner or later."
She paused for a moment, contemplating where to begin, her eyes distant as if dredging up old memories. The five teenagers, their faces a mix of curiosity and trepidation, watched her with bated breath, anticipating a tale they had never heard, not from books or even whispered legends.
"As you might expect," she started slowly, "a planet doesn't just die overnight. It's a slow, agonizing process. And in the case of Zatorkan, it all began about half a millennium ago."
