The city had become a living chessboard, each shadow, every street, and every tower responding to the pulse of a sovereign force yet unborn. Golden light radiated from Alina’s womb, the child stirring violently, commanding attention, bending the ordinary world into something extraordinary. Lucien’s hands rested firmly on Alina’s shoulders. “It has awakened fully. Every movement it makes is deliberate. It knows every thought, every intention, every hidden agenda.” Alina pressed her hands to her stomach, feeling the child’s pulse reverberate through her very bones. Each movement sent tremors into the city, subtle yet undeniable, touching streets, alleys, vehicles, and even the distant skyscrapers. Seraphine remained on the courtyard floor, restrained by coils of golden energy that shimmer

