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Alana’s POV

“Come on, Alana,” Kai said, offering me his hand. I let go of Alex’s limp figure and took hold of his outstretched hand, his grip firm yet gentle as he pulled me up from the floor. He smiled faintly at me, but I could see the worry twirling behind his eyes as he stared at me. “Are you okay? Alana?”

I nodded mutely, feeling hollow inside, as he turned and led us through the chaos in search of our children. I was certain they were here somewhere! I could feel their presence as we drew nearer.

The first door in the long hallway was empty and dark; no one was there.

“Don't worry, we will find them. They have to be here somewhere,” Kai assured me as we continued moving forward, stopping and checking each closed door we passed.

Some were empty like the first ones; most were filled with wine and servants hiding from the ongoing attack.

We reached a room that was relatively quiet and peaceful. As we were about to turn away, I spotted three small figures curled up on a bed. They sl