The Spring of the First Moon glowed brighter as they descended the final ledge, its silver-blue waters reflecting the cavern ceiling like a second sky. Steam rose gently from the surface, carrying the scent of ancient herbs and clean earth. The remnant inside Lina twisted violently—pain lancing through her abdomen with every step closer.
Zane supported her, arm strong around her waist. His free hand rested on her stomach, as if his touch alone could shield the baby.
“Almost there,” he murmured against her hair. “You’re so strong, Lina. I’m right here.”
She leaned into him, drawing comfort from his warmth. “I know. Just… stay close.”
Rowan led the way down the slippery stones, silent now, eyes scanning every shadow. Elara walked beside him—close enough that their arms brushed occasional
