The birth of the Warlord's first two children had been an apocalyptic, highly destructive event that completely terrified the surrounding continent. When Orion and Elara had entered the physical world, the sky had literally boiled with raw solar plasma, while localized gravitational anomalies and terrifying spatial tears had ripped through the very foundation of the manor. It had been a violent, bloody, completely unyielding battle of raw elemental magic against the fragility of mortal biology.
The birth of the Emerald Variable, however, did not begin with a localized earthquake or a blast of consuming twilight.
It began with a completely silent, universally broadcasted system notification.
It was late in the afternoon. The entire valley of Oakhaven was basking in the warm, flawless summer sunlight. Valeria was resting comfortably in the primary study, completely immersed in a highly complex historical text. Suddenly, she stopped reading.
