Meanwhile, Caspian and Asmaros teleported a few meters away from a quiet clearing.
Seravine stood with her back to them, cradling the child in her arms like the world outside didn't exist. She was humming—a soft, haunting lullaby that drifted through the air like mist.
The moment the melody reached Asmaros' ears, his playful expression cracked. His eyes narrowed slightly. The song was familiar. Too familiar.
He turned slowly toward her, the smirk fading from his face like smoke in the wind.
Caspian noticed the change. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low, cautious.
Asmaros didn't answer. Not even a twitch of acknowledgment. He just started walking forward, gaze fixed on Seravine like something buried had surfaced.
Seravine stiffened as he approached. She sensed him instantly. When she turned, her arms tightened slightly around the child, and the surprise on her face made Caspian uneasy.
