Amelia took her time.
She didn't rush to answer, didn't let emotions dictate her words. Her gaze flicked between the people standing silently around her. She held her breath for a second longer, then finally parted her lips.
"Yes… I would like Leon's help."
The words were quiet—no louder than a whisper. Everyone heard it. Loud and clear.
I clapped my hands, grinning. "Perfect!! That's one mess handled."
Without wasting another second, I turned to Art, my voice already shifting to command. "Art, you go find Leon. We'll handle the next step—tracking down her mother."
Freya spoke up then, brushing strands of hair behind her ear as she recalled the moment. "I think… we already know where she went. Right when she burst through the ceiling, I saw it. A massive portal opened up. Wide enough to swallow a damn fortress. It engulfed her whole."
