"That child's blood source matches your current transformation but not the previous one!" Akshobhya said with deep interest. "I'm sure I could find many interesting things after dissecting that child as well!"
"Dissecting Hope?!" Kiba muttered, his body shaking.
Just two days ago, he had made a commitment to balance his dreams and his responsibilities as a father.
The family portrait he took with Agatha flashed inside his mind: His hands wrapped around her belly from behind.
He remembered the sensation he felt from the child inside Agatha's womb. The feeling of her life being a part of him.
He recalled the promise he had made to himself: To be a far better parent than his own parents who discarded him as a child.
He had sworn to protect his daughter till his final breath. This was a promise to his very soul and not just to Agatha.
But now...
"You want to dissect my daughter?!"
