Meanwhile, across the city, Felix was in his family's
estate, seated in his grandmother's sunlit garden. The once-vibrant flowers seemed dull under his
melancholic gaze. His grandmother, sharp-eyed as ever, placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're not yourself, my boy."
Felix sighed. "I'm trying to let her go, but it's harder
than I thought."
"She's not your path," his grandmother said firmly. "The prophecy didn't mean what you think it did. Debbie's role in your life wasn't about love—it was about growth."
Felix stared at her, stunned. "Then why did you push me toward her?"
"Because you needed to learn how to put someone
else's happiness above your own. And you did, Felix.Now, it's time to focus on what truly matters—your family, your powers, and your purpose."