**~ Cyrius POV ~**
Day three.
It's been three days of searching for Dahlia…and still, she's nowhere to be found.
I've followed traces of her magic. Faint trails, flickers in the air, whispers in the wind. They always lead to something—a burned leaf, a twisted sigil etched into stone but never to her. Every time I think I'm getting closer, it all disappears like smoke.
And to make it worse… I'm traveling with babies.
No one warned me how exhausting this would be. No one said anything about diaper changes, sleepless nights, and random crying fits over absolutely nothing.
I can't even remember the last time I slept for more than two hours. My back aches. My eyes burn—my patience… thin.
But still…I keep them close.
I've grown fond of them. Strangely.
