Malakai kept his hood drawn low, his form cloaked to avoid attention. The medallion's pull was unwavering, guiding him through the labyrinth of the human city.
Eventually, he found himself standing on the rooftop of a building across from a brightly lit hospital. The medallion grew still in his hand, its heat now a steady warmth, its light dimming to a gentle glow.
Malakai's eyes narrowed as he looked toward the hospital. "Here?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the city noise.
He scanned the building, unsure of what he was supposed to find. The medallion had led him here with such urgency, but now it offered no further guidance.
Then, he saw them.
Through the large, glass windows of the hospital, he spotted a couple standing in a brightly lit room. They were holding a newborn baby, their faces glowing with joy and wonder.