Lana paused for a brief moment before deliberately shifting the topic, her tone light, almost playful.
"If you're already aware of your fate, then why did you even issue this mission?"
The old man finally showed a crack in his composure.
His fingers tightened around the walking stick, and his voice lowered. "I have a granddaughter," he admitted softly. "She's the one I'm worried about."
Lana's brows furrowed. "With your Third Eye, can't you see her aura?"
George shook his head slowly.
"No matter how hard I try, I can't look past my daughter. It's as if something invisible is blocking my vision, clouding everything beyond her."
Lana's expression darkened.
Mr. Crow fluttered his wings lightly.
"There's a high chance his death is connected to your granddaughter. That's probably why you can't see her future at all."
Lana nodded in agreement. "That's exactly what it looks like."
She turned and explained everything to him.
