Silverwood Realm. Staghelm City.
Compared to the visceral reactions of Caelus, Kronos, Pallas, and Kaelen, the unborn child nestled within Isilra's womb responded with nothing more than a gentle ripple.
"Mother, did you feel that?"
Isilra sat by the edge of the Moonwell. One hand rested protectively on her lower abdomen, while the other trailed in the luminous water, drawing pure essence to nourish the life growing inside her.
"He... he seemed to pulse."
"It's a fluctuation of the soul," replied the Demigod of the Moonwell, her voice soft and melodic. "He is growing."
Even the Demigod couldn't fully comprehend the mechanics of this deep soul resonance, but she could sense it clearly. The little life inside Isilra had just become significantly stronger.
"This is the perfect place for him," the Demigod continued. "Born from the Moonwell, nurtured by its waters. Perhaps he will be born a Moon Elf."
She had high hopes for Lorian. He represented the future of Staghelm City.
