The Fortune

"Well?" Sebastian boomed, unable to contain his impatience any longer. "What do you see, My Lady? Is he truly the chosen one?"

The Future Witch cast him a withering glance. "Always so impatient, Fire Devil. The future isn't a book you can simply flip through. It's a tangled web, woven with countless threads of possibility. What I see for this boy…" she paused, her gaze flickering back to Alex, "is… potential. Untapped potential, raw and untamed."

Xiomara's words hung heavy in the air. Alex felt a mix of emotions, relief, disappointment, and a surge of determination.

Suddenly, a tremor shook Xiomara's hand. The orb, once faintly glowing, flared with an intense white light. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted in concentration. A gasp escaped her lips.

"Wait, what the hell is this…" she muttered, gripping the orb tighter. 

Silence descended on the room, thick with tension. Jiàn Gāng and Sebastian exchanged worried glances.