The weight of the words lingers in the air, pressing on my chest like a storm cloud. My mother, a hero lost in the chaos of a war that tore worlds apart, and my father, a figure I've yet to meet but whose grief and actions have shaped much of my life. I can't ignore the pull of my destiny any longer.
I rise from the bed, my body still weak but driven by an urgency that has ignited deep within me. The guide's words echo in my mind—patience, but also action. The war is coming, and with it, opportunities. I must prepare, not only for the battles ahead but for the eventual reunion with my father.
I move toward the window, staring out at the world beyond. What was once familiar now feels distant, foreign. I don't know where to begin, but I do know one thing: I can't stay passive, lost in uncertainty. I will uncover the truth about my heritage, the conflict shaping my existence, and the people who will cross my path along the way.
The guide spoke of a war between angels and demons. Was it the same war that claimed my mother's life? Will the same fate await me?
I must be ready for whatever comes next. But the question remains—where do I start?