The revealing storm
The city trembled as golden light spread from Alina’s womb in deliberate waves. The child stirred violently, sovereign, aware, every pulse a judgment, every flare a test of loyalty and power. Shadows twisted unnaturally along walls, alleys, and streets, bending to the child’s will. Even the tallest skyscrapers seemed to lean, as though the city itself acknowledged a new ruler. Lucien’s hand pressed firmly to Alina’s back. “It is no longer simply aware. It is deciding… calculating… asserting dominion. Every movement is deliberate, every pulse sovereign.” Alina pressed her hands to her stomach, feeling the child shift with intensity. Each stir sent ripples of golden energy outward, immobilizing operatives, coiling around shadows, revealing intentions, exposing betrayal. Seraphine remained
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