Lord Deon allowed Kelsey to rest her head on his thigh. He gently stroked her hair, his movements soft and full of affection. He paid no attention to the white egg still floating in the air. To him, nothing was more precious than this moment—watching his daughter sleep peacefully.
Back then, he and Cassia would often sit together, quietly watching their little girl sleep like an angel. In those days, Kelsey had no burdens, no responsibilities. Her world was filled only with sweets, rainbows, and laughter. But he had missed her growing up.
Now, the little girl who once fit in his arms stood before him as a century-old Eternal. How he wished his wife could be here to see this moment.
Unlike Lord Deon, the others were completely focused on the glowing white egg floating in the air.
"I've witnessed the birth of second to fourth-generation Eternals," Ian said, his gaze fixed on it, "but never anything like this."
