Freya broke the silence with a mutter, "No wonder they were so determined to capture you. If they believe that story—if they think awakening the White Dragon means unlocking some kind of catastrophic power—then…"
Zyon exhaled slowly, then added in a grim tone, "They want to use your mother to awaken that bloodline. Maybe they tried to do it through you first… but when that failed, they shifted to another candidate."
Amelia's heart thudded painfully in her chest.
Evelyn picked up the thread, her brows knit with worry. "It's starting to make sense—the fragments of information, the rituals, the coordinated attacks. The puzzle pieces are fitting together… but still, I can't shake this uneasy feeling. Like there's something we're missing."
Amelia's response was swift and absolute. "We don't have the luxury of dwelling on maybes. If they want to awaken something inside my mother, then it's for something terrible. We need to stop them before it's too late."
