Kael and Elara traveled together, the road ahead uncertain and fraught with danger. Along the way, she revealed fragments of the prophecy that had been hidden for centuries, a prophecy that spoke of a "fallen warrior" who would rise to challenge the gods themselves. Kael could feel the weight of the words, the implications settling deep in his chest. Was this his destiny? Could he truly be the one to bring an end to the divine reign?
But with every answer came more questions. The relic that Elara spoke of could help Kael reclaim his lost powers, but it was hidden deep within ancient ruins—ruins that were said to be cursed, protected by dark forces. And if they succeeded, there was no guarantee that Kael could control the power that the relic would give him.
"Do you believe in fate?" Elara asked one evening as they sat around a fire, the wind howling through the trees.
Kael's gaze was distant, his thoughts clouded by the idea of the prophecy. "Fate is a chain," he muttered. "And I don't intend to wear it."