That evening, the three children hid inside the ruins of an old house.
They sat on the worn wooden floor, gazing at the sky as it darkened.
Nunna gripped Kimh's hand tightly, a mix of worry and fear hanging in the air.
"Kimh… our power… what does it mean?" Nunna asked.
Kimh nodded. The small red glow in his hand became brighter.
"It… it's the curse of our family… we weren't called here for nothing."
Kongphop silently watched the two.
"The curse… is there a reason… why us?"
Kimh shook his head. "I don't know… but we have to find out."
Suddenly, from the shadowed corner of the house, an adult figure appeared.
An older man, dressed in fine clothes, but with cold eyes, watching the three children.
"You… do you think using your power will be easy?" His voice was chilling.
The three children immediately realized… the upper-class they had seen on the streets were not just social rivals, but those who would test their destiny and the curse upon them.
The red light from their hands flared, as if alive.
And they knew… there was no turning back.
Every step ahead would be a test of their bloodline, their power, and their courage.