Maya sat cross-legged on the floor of her study, surrounded by ancient scrolls, inscriptions, and books. Her fingers lightly traced over the delicate carvings of a stone tablet she had found in the ruins deep within the Amazon Rainforest. She had spent years deciphering the tablet's inscriptions, but this morning, something had changed. As she touched the stone, she felt it—a surge of energy, like a current of electricity running through her veins.
The sensation was almost too much to bear. It was like the stone was alive, vibrating in her hands, speaking to her in a language older than time itself. Her eyes snapped open, and for a split second, the entire world around her seemed to shift. The walls of her study blurred, and she could hear the whisper of ancient voices in the air.
Her heart raced as she instinctively reached out with her mind. She focused on the energy, trying to understand it, control it. And in that moment, the stone tablet began to glow.
A flash of light, blinding and pure, filled the room. Maya gasped as the energy surged through her body, and in that instant, she understood—it was not just a spiritual force. It was a gift. A divine energy, waiting to be unlocked by those who were ready. And she, it seemed, was one of the Chosen Ones.
At the same moment, thousands of miles away, Hiroshi sat in his high-tech apartment, his eyes glued to the news. Reports of strange events were flooding in—people lifting objects with their minds, altering the weather with a gesture, healing wounds with a touch. He had always considered himself a man of science, but as he sat there, watching the unexplainable unfold, he couldn't deny it. The world was changing.
Suddenly, his hand shot out, instinctively reaching for a glass of water on the table beside him. As his fingers brushed the glass, it levitated in the air, spinning slowly, as if controlled by an unseen force. His mouth went dry, and a shiver ran down his spine.
"What is this?" he whispered to himself.
He didn't need an answer. He knew. The Divine Wave had come. And somehow, he had been chosen, just like the others. The question was no longer whether he could control this power—it was how far it would take him.