Lizbeth bit her lip, clearly wrestling with something.
Finally, desperation won out over skepticism.
"If you really are that powerful, if you really can take down awakeners that easily, then maybe... maybe you can help me too."
"Help you with what?" Jorghan asked, his tone neutral.
"My daughter," Lizbeth said, and her voice cracked slightly.
"She's ten years old. She manifested an ability six months ago. Something rare, something valuable. She can sense things other people can't—dangers, opportunities, hidden objects. It's like she sees the world differently than everyone else."
She moved to a small box on her shelf and pulled out a photograph. A young girl with dark hair and her mother's features, smiling at the camera in happier times.
"My husband found out about her ability," Lizbeth continued, bitterness filling her voice.
