Ziak and Kiaz turned to Ethan, their expressions a mixture of hope and desperation. "Ethan," Ziak began, his voice earnest, "you possess the key to saving countless worlds. The Cellucas, even in their reduced numbers, remain a significant threat. You are the only one who can wield the tracker's power and finish what our father started. You are the only hope for the entire universe."
Kiaz stepped forward, his gaze intense. "Please, Ethan. Our father sacrificed everything to stop them. We have searched for four years, clinging to the hope of finding him. Now, we've found a way to complete his mission, but we need your help."
Before Ethan could respond, Lena stepped forward, her face etched with worry and protective instinct. "Absolutely not!" she exclaimed, her voice firm. "How can you ask such a thing? He's my son! I won't send him on some dangerous mission to face… those creatures you described. His life is here, with me."
Ziak's luminous eyes softened with understanding. "We understand your concern, Lena. But the threat the Cellucas pose… it's unimaginable. If they are allowed to multiply, the devastation they could unleash would dwarf anything this planet has ever seen."
Kiaz added, his voice gentle but urgent, "Your husband, our father, chose to risk his life to protect countless worlds, including yours. Ethan possesses a unique connection to his legacy, a power that no one else has. This isn't just about avenging our father; it's about preventing a catastrophe."
Lena's gaze flickered between the earnest alien twins and her own son, whose face was a mixture of shock and dawning understanding. The weight of their words, the potential scale of the danger, began to sink in. The accelerated growth, his feeling of being different… it all pointed to a destiny far beyond the quiet life they had built.