Chapter 117. Justification
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."
Zyon nodded in agreement, his tone hardening. "Yeah. I’m sure of it. These bastards—Opalcrest—they’re not doing this for peace. They’re monsters, and I wouldn’t trust them to spare a single life if it meant power."
Their eyes met, and for a second, Amelia saw the fire in his gaze match her own.
"We move. Now," she said.
But Zyon’s stare didn’t waver. "No. We move. You need to rest, Amelia. Your mana still hasn’t stabilized from the overload. If you push yourself again, you might burn out completely. Let us take this for now. We’ll find Aunt Liana—just trust us."
His words were firm, but the hand that touched her shoulder was gentle.
Then, Freya reached out and placed a hand on Zyon’s forearm, her voice soft yet heavy with meaning. "I know you mean well, but saying that only makes it harder for her. A child won’t sit still when their parent is in danger, no matter how much sense it makes."