Kaia nodded, her face pale. “But there’s more, maybe hope,” she continued, her voice trembling slightly. “I saw a young woman with a very small girl, maybe four or five years old. They’re on the run. The woman is going to leave the girl at an orphanage before she runs away herself. I believe that they are connected to the bloodline.”
Azriel, who had been listening intently, leaned forward. “Did you see anything distinct about this orphanage or the location? Anything that could help us identify it?”
Kaia shook her head, frustration evident on her face. “No, it was all so vague. The images were fleeting, like they were shrouded in mist. I couldn’t make out any clear landmarks.”
Lora, sensing Kaia’s frustration, stepped closer and spoke softly. “It’s okay, Kaia. You’re doing your best. Clo
