We arrive back at camp as night falls.
Helena immediately takes charge, ushering the injured to her medical tent.
I watch her work on Erica—checking for internal injuries, treating the blood loss, making sure my daughter is truly okay.
"She pushed herself too hard," Helena says quietly when she finishes.
"The amount of power she channeled—it should have killed her. The fact that it didn't is either incredible luck or something else."
"Something else?" I ask.
"Her Sight is growing," Helena says.
"Evolving. Every time she uses it at this level, it gets stronger. More refined. But it's also taking a toll on her body. Sophia, if she keeps this up,"
"I know." I watch my daughter sleep, looking so young and vulnerable.
"But we need her. The kingdom needs her."
"The kingdom needs her
