The night was bitter and biting, the kind of night that seeps into your bones and chills you to your very core. Onel fled through the woods, his heart pounding with fear and desperation, clutching his newborn child close to his chest. The wind howled around him, tugging at his clothes and whipping his hair into a frenzy, as he ran blindly through the tangled underbrush.When the baby began to cry, Onel's heart twisted in agony, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry, my little one," he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'll keep you safe, I promise."But then, the sound of snapping twigs shattered the night, and Onel froze in terror. He knew what it meant. His enemies were closing in, and he was running out of time. He could hear their footsteps pounding closer and closer, their breath hot and ragged in the stillness of the woods."Traces of blood," Michael's voice echoed through the trees, a dark omen of what was to come. "The omega went this way!""Don't le
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