The gestation of a god was never a quiet, subtle biological process.
When Valeria had been pregnant with the twins, the entire valley of Oakhaven had been forcefully subjected to a nine-month, highly chaotic elemental preview. Carrying Orion had turned the Warlord into a walking, highly concentrated thermal anomaly. The ambient temperature of the master bedroom had routinely spiked to the point where the silk sheets literally began to singe, and Kael had been forced to sleep on the floorboards just to avoid accidentally pushing the heatwave into critical mass. Carrying Elara had been an entirely different, equally terrifying experience. The localized twilight had actively clung to Valeria, aggressively plunging entire hallways into pitch-black darkness the moment her mood shifted.
The Vanguard and the Assassin had forged their heirs in raw, unyielding elemental chaos.
