The Sovereign awakening
The city lay beneath a heavy, unnatural quiet, as though holding its breath in anticipation. Rooftops glistened with the residue of rain, streets shimmered under flickering neon, and alleyways whispered secrets that no human ear could hear. In the midst of it all, an estate rose like a citadel, its walls quivering subtly under a force unseen yet undeniably alive. Alina pressed her hands against her abdomen, feeling the child stir violently. Each pulse sent a tremor through the floor, through the walls, through the very foundations of the estate. Golden light radiated outward, soft at first, then intense, stretching across the city like molten threads of judgment. "It is awake," she whispered, her voice trembling as her pulse synchronized with the golden rhythm. "Not just awake," Lucie
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