Amari leaned back against the worktable, arms crossed, voice calm but heavy with certainty.
"According to the earliest folktales about this world, the gods descended when everything was still wild. They gathered a chosen few, people they deemed worthy, and gave them a mission—to rule, to tame the chaos, and to make this planet a special place."
She glanced toward the greenhouse, where several glowing plants swayed as if in agreement.
"To help them, the gods bestowed powers upon them. Not magic—divine gifts. But only those the gods chose could wield these abilities."
Nova's gaze remained steady.
"And those chosen ones… they became royalty?"
Amari nodded.
"Yes. The chosen families became rulers of different territories. Over time, most lands merged, and one royal family stood above the rest. That's the family ruling now."
She turned her eyes to Nova.
