The news of Alishiera's pregnancy spread through the empire like a warm spring breeze, bringing a rare moment of joy to Zonrezia.
The saintess, blessed by the divine, would bear the future of the empire, two children who carried the blood of both the gods and the greatest warrior of their time.
The people celebrated, believing it to be a sign of prosperity, a gift from the heavens. But Alishiera knew that fate was not so kind.
Devancier stood by her side when the healers confirmed her condition, his golden eyes filled with a silent longing he did not voice.
His hand rested upon her stomach, where their children would soon grow, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself the selfish thought of staying.
But war knew no mercy, and neither did duty.
A monstrous horde of demonic beasts surged upon the empire's borders, their bloodlust insatiable.
