Aspen's hazel eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and caution. "The prophecy is not a simple tale to be told lightly. It speaks of a convergence—a moment when the barriers between magical bloodlines will shatter, and a child born of impossible unions will become the key to preventing another catastrophic war that threatens multiple realms."
Marcus leaned forward, his scholarly curiosity piqued. "Go on."
With a dramatic sweep of his hand, Aspen conjured swirling images in the air—shadowy figures, intertwining magical lines, and glimpses of potential futures. "Your child is more than just a hybrid. This offspring represents a living bridge between species that have been enemies for millennia. Werewolves, dragons, and magical hybrids have long been locked in cycles of conflict, each believing their bloodline superior."
Kai snorted. "Sounds like typical magical politics."
