"Please, whoever that is above the gods, please help me, just enough to bring my children into this world"
Leto's body contorted with pain as she lay sprawled on the cold, hard ground, her swollen belly aching with each agonizing contraction. The weight of her unborn children pressed heavily against her, their presence a constant reminder of the perilous situation in which she found herself.
Despite her overwhelming agony, Leto refused to succumb to despair, clinging to a flicker of hope that somehow, someway, she would find deliverance from her dire predicament. With each labored breath, she whispered fervent prayers to the higher beings above, beseeching them for aid in her time of need.
