It is done.
Alex opened his eyes, taking a look at Humphrey before shifting his gaze to Emily or at least what remained of her.
In his mind, she was a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl with dreams of building an airship and improving the steam engine.
Now, all that was left was a shriveled-up corpse that held no semblance to that bubbly teenager.
Indeed, the supernatural world was a cruel one.
Letting out a sigh, he looked down at her stomach to find that it no longer glowed purple and had instead cracked open, revealing an interior filled with pungent liquid and what looked to be a face.
"Was there no way to save her?" Alex softly asked with Humphrey replying.
It was her and she was it. The only reason she was speaking with you was because of her exceptional willpower. The truth is that from the moment the child was fully formed, there was no going back.
