Silence engulfed the battlefield.
Every warrior stared at the tiny crystal resting in the Devourer’s claw.
Inside…
A baby girl slept peacefully.
Soft silver hair framed her tiny face.
A crescent-shaped Moon Mark glowed faintly on her forehead.
Most shocking of all…
She had Nysera’s eyes.
“No…”
Nysera whispered.
“That isn’t possible.”
The Devourer smiled.
“Oh, but it is.”
“I did not steal a child…”
“I stole your future.”
Draven stepped in front of Nysera.
His sword pointed directly at the crystal.
“Put her down.”
The Devourer laughed.
“So protective.”
“You haven’t even met your daughter…”
“…yet you would die for her.”
Draven’s expression hardened.
“I would die for every future she deserves.”
Nysera looked at him, tears filling her eyes.
This man…
Never hesitated.
