Deep in the night, the three children hid in the ruins.
The older man from before walked in slowly, carrying an old book filled with cryptic writing.
"My name is 'Than'," he said in a low voice. "I was once the guardian of your family before destiny turned against you."
Kimh stood still, a strange mix of trust and doubt stirring within him.
"Why… why were we chosen? We are not ordinary children."
Than nodded. "You three… are heirs of an ancient bloodline, cursed and nearly erased for centuries.
The power that arises within you… is no ordinary power; it is the code of your blood."
Kongphop furrowed his brows. "Then… who are our enemies?"
Than gazed out the window of the ruins.
"Certain factions of the upper class… those who hold power and magic. They will test you at every step.
But remember… the power within you will be the key to overcoming them."
Nunna and Kimh exchanged glances.
They felt the pull of their bloodline and the weight of responsibility growing heavier.
And they knew… that their destiny was no coincidence.
Every step, every choice, would be tested by pain, social class, and the curse hidden within them.