Chapter 445: A Miracle

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** There was no farewell ceremony, no diplomatic pleasantries, and no one to see us off. Just like that, we left the Elven Capital City without fanfare, our departure marked only by the silence that hung in the air. The young elves who accompanied us didn’t cry or complain. Their stoic demeanor suggested a quiet acceptance of leaving their desolate home behind and venturing into an unfamiliar land. Yet, their pretense was shallow, their childish attempt to mask fear and reluctance all too transparent. I could see it in their eyes—the uncertainty, the sadness they tried to suppress in the absence of anyone to lean on. Most of these children were orphans. It wasn’t by chance that they were chosen for this exchange. There was a deliberate intent behind it, but I couldn’t bring myself to inquire further. My own thoughts were too clouded to care about the intricacies of their selection. The leader of the group, a young boy, looked familiar. He approached me with a po