His arrival now, while entirely expected, was something they deeply appreciated. It was a tangible victory, their family pantheon had just grown remarkably stronger, adding a vital, foundational pillar to their collective power.
Roth carefully cradled the small, fragile bundle in his arms. He stared down at the child's face, tracing the quiet, unawakened path of her bloodline with his divine sight.
Without breaking his gaze from the infant, Roth glanced up slightly to meet the eyes of Ursula and Ikem.
"May I offer my blessing to the child?" he asked, his cold voice dropping to a soft, expectant tone.
Ikem stepped forward, closing the distance until he stood right beside Roth. A deep, earnest sincerity softened the young father's features. "Your ascension was timely with her birth. It would please myself and my wife if you blessed her and the honor of naming our daughter."
