Owen burst into the Palace chamber without bothering to announce himself.
The atmosphere inside was controlled chaos.
Three healers moved swiftly around Yuki's bed with practiced precision, their hands glowing faintly with restorative mana. Bowls of steaming water sat nearby while magical arrays pulsed softly beneath the floorboards, stabilizing the room's energy.
Solhart stood near the entrance with his arms crossed, silently observing everything unfolding with the composure of someone who had seen countless battles and deaths.
But even he looked tense.
Leah remained beside Yuki, allowing the exhausted woman to crush her hand through every contraction. The lion-folk warrior's physical strength made her the perfect support in moments like this.
Yuki's dark eyes immediately found Owen the moment he entered.
Relief flooded her face so quickly it was almost painful to watch.
Then another contraction hit.
She gasped sharply, gripping Leah's hand harder.
"You're here…"
