"Tell me, motherfucker, what would you be willing to do to survive? To protect your own?"
Fathoran froze, Elio's words resonating in his mind like an echo from the past. The acrid smell of smoke and blood filled the air, a grim reminder of the massacre that surrounded them.
A memory, ancient and almost forgotten, surfaced from the depths of his consciousness:
"Have you understood?"
One hundred years ago, a young Fathoran knelt before God, the weight of destiny heavy on his shoulders.
"Yes, Creator, 'family' is the most important," the young Fathoran answered, his voice trembling with reverence and fear.
"Then tell me, little one," God whispered, His voice charged with a power that made the walls tremble, "what would you be willing to do to survive? To protect your own?"
Young Fathoran, his eyes filled with determination and trepidation, responded: "Whatever is necessary, Father. Whatever it takes."