The next morning, the three children sat on the ruins, watching the soft sunlight stream through holes in the ceiling.
The calm after the rain made everything around them seem clearer—but it could not erase the tension in their hearts.
Kimh clenched his fists, staring at the shard of glass they had found the night before.
Suddenly, the glass splintered into tiny pieces, and a red light streamed through into his hand.
Kimh flinched, yet strangely… his body felt warm, and the pain from the past seemed to ease slightly.
Nunna witnessed the scene, her heart racing.
"Kimh… what is… this power?"
Kongphop stared at his brother's hand, then noticed a faint flame-like red light forming within himself as well.
"We… we might not be ordinary children," Kimh murmured fiercely.
The three exchanged glances, the familiar feeling of being called returning once more.
They knew that what they had witnessed was no coincidence—it was the first sign of the curse and power hidden in their bloodline.
A cold wind blew even stronger.
And the whispering voice echoed in their minds once again:
"Seek… seek… seek…"
The three children understood immediately that… their lives had changed.
From now on, hunger, pain, and social class would no longer be the only challenges they faced.
They would also have to face destiny and the mysterious powers that awaited them…