A cool breeze drifted in through the window.
Several people sat in a circle around Amelia Finch's bed. Mira lay obediently on the table, its small, bead-like eyes darting around the room.
Amelia Finch was propped up in bed. To make her more comfortable, Willow Finch tucked a pillow behind her back and began to briefly recount the recent events.
When the conversation turned to Ethan Quinn's severe injuries and continued unconsciousness, Amelia Finch paid close attention to Willow's expression. But surprisingly, Willow just listened quietly.
This quietness, contrary to what she expected, made Amelia Finch feel a little uneasy.
"What exactly happened?"
Layla Redding sighed softly. "The problems in the Holy Land have existed for a long time. Our clansmen tried everything they could think of, but in the end, we were powerless. We've all resigned ourselves to fate."
This was the place they depended on for survival; how could they not care?
