SELENA’S POV

“I told you, you were the chosen one.”

His voice cut through the chaos like thunder splitting the sky.

I turned around, my eyes locking with the gaze of the shaman as he kneeled beside another weak warrior, his hands glowing with that eerie, silver light. It was impossible. He was supposed to be dead—buried six feet under with nothing but dirt and roots to keep him company.

Yet, here he was. Very much alive and breathing well, performing real time miracles.

“What the ...