Ranio's POV
The cave was eerily quiet as we entered, the only sound being the faint drip of water echoing from somewhere deep inside. The place felt ancient, as though it had once been inhabited long ago but was now abandoned. I looked around, trying to shake the unsettling feeling gnawing at me.
“This is it,” Nortman said, his voice flat as he pointed toward a dark corner.
“This is where I saw her.”
I followed his gaze, and almost immediately, something caught my eye: a piece of cloth, torn and dirty, lying on the ground. My breath hitched in my throat as I moved closer. It was unmistakable. Lyra’s scent lingered faintly on the fabric, the same scent she’d carried the day she was kidn*pped.
I knelt, picking it up gently as a rush of emotions hit me. The cloth was damp and slightly
