That evening, the three children sat atop a pile of bricks in the ruins.
A cold wind blew, and memories from the past seemed to awaken—the pain of hunger, neglect, and the injustice of social class.
Kimh stared at his hands. The red light from the broken glass still clung to him, as if alive.
"This isn't just power… it's… a curse," he murmured.
Nunna and Kongphop exchanged glances, feeling a pull as if something was drawing them forward.
"Why… why were we chosen?" Kongphop whispered.
Kimh shook his head. "We weren't chosen… we were called."
Nunna looked up at the sky above the ruins. The crimson star from the previous night still glowed in her mind,
as if the heavens were pointing the path they were meant to follow.
The whisper echoed again: "Seek… seek… seek…"
This time, they could feel it—not merely a sound, but a pull from their own blood.
Destiny would not let them walk forward aimlessly—every step would be tested by hunger, pain, and the curse hidden within them.
The three children stood up, holding each other tightly.
They knew that what lay ahead would be filled with trials and cruelty.
Yet deep in their hearts, they felt courage growing.
Because they were family… and they would not give up.