The maternity ward of the Imperial Hospital had seen beastfolk give birth, elves bring forth luminous children, and many more. Yet somehow, nothing… absolutely nothing… prepared it for the Kael'Dri twins.
The girls were still clustered around Harley, cooing over the newborns, while Ethan hovered like an anxious hawk that had grown hands and forgotten how to use them.
Regnare was still live-streaming.
Trevor had fallen asleep while standing.
And Zark was muttering ancient Primordial prayers under his breath in a corner like a man waiting for an earthquake to end.
When the first baby yawned, a soft golden ripple spread through the room, making everyone's hair float for a moment as gravity politely stepped aside.
"Is this normal…?" Jerry whispered.
"For the family?" Clara replied. "This is tame."
Then the second baby sneezed.
A tiny… teeny… micro-sneeze.
The wall nearest to them cracked into the shape of a perfect fractal spiral.
Regnare zoomed in on the wall.
