Meanwhile, at the Yin's mansion, the atmosphere was heavy and quiet.
Mira sat beside the children who had been rescued earlier. They lay on soft beds, their bodies weak and exhausted, some barely conscious. Their faces were pale, and it was clear they had suffered greatly before being brought here.
Mira gently placed a damp cloth on one child's forehead, her expression calm but filled with quiet concern.
"You're safe now," she said softly.
One of the children stirred slightly, their small hand weakly gripping the blanket.
Nearby, medical supplies and warm food had been placed on a table, showing that Mira had already done everything she could to help them recover.
After a moment, Mira looked toward the door, her eyes thoughtful.
"They endured far too much," she murmured.
Even though her voice was calm, there was a dangerous edge beneath it—because whoever had done this to the children had just made a powerful enemy.
And Mira was not someone who forgave easily.
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