Maddy clutched her chest, her heartbeat racing, each thrum vibrating with the terrifying intensity of a miracle in progress.
"Seeing how dangerous and merciless this world is, I cannot let them be soft. They must be strong enough to never know fear. I want them to move with a grace that defies gravity and dodge threats before they even manifest. Their hides must be iron, their reflexes lightning, their senses keen enough to hear a heartbeat from a mile away."
She turned her gaze to the Mobile Womb. It pulsed with life, each thrum like a slow, steady breath, drawing in the cave's damp air. It waited… patient, ready for her command.
"But more than that… they need the instinct to endure. The resilience to grow stronger from every wound. I will make them capable of surviving anything this world throws at them. No matter what happens, they will be safe. I will make them powerful… and they will always, always be mine."
