"What about me?" Serena asked, her curiosity piqued.
Clara replied with a seriousness that belied her ethereal presence.
"She's an arcane user. According to statistics, only 57 people in the world, including her, possess this ability. She's exceptionally rare. And Aaron," she fixed her gaze on him, her voice dropping lower.
"You're something a military force wouldn't want falling into the hands of another faction. You're a threat to them, and you possess something they can exploit."
The weight of Clara's words hung heavily in the air, the implications sinking in as the room fell into a contemplative silence.
Max's eyes widened slowly, realization dawning on him. "Oh, that means we're all in danger," he said, his voice filled with a mix of fear and understanding, his gaze distant as he contemplated the implications.