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Chapter 122 – The Child Unwritten

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She stood at the center of the trial ring. Small, Barefoot, Her eyes glowing white, not the fierce gleam of divine magic, nor the golden fire of Luna blood, but pure, untouched potential.

No one spoke, Not Kael, still kneeling, his chest burned with love. Not Ashen, wide-eyed in disbelief, Not Liolai or Liora, whose connection to the thread flickered like a flame caught in wind.

The Librarian recoiled as if scorched by her mere presence, Even the sky, the great eye above them, shivered. The girl blinked. And asked again, softly: “Mama?”

Ashen was the first to move, He stumbled toward the child, hands open, trembling. “What… are you?”

The girl tilted her head, Then pointed at both Liolai and Liora. “You’re both my mama.”

Liolai gasped, Liora took a step back, her expression torn between awe and horror. “That’s not possible,” Ashen whispered.

But deep inside, he knew, Because this child did not carry the weight of the past, She carried everything that could have been.

Kael reached her n
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