The people stared in disbelief. Some knelt. Others cried. The guards threw down their weapons and began to cheer. Mothers lifted their children, warriors bowed, and elders pressed their hands together in silent thanks.“Bless the Luna,” someone shouted.“Bless the heir of Drukbane!” another cried.The entire kingdom roared with joy.Inside the hut, Liora lay back, exhausted, her breathing shallow but steady. Her eyes filled with tears as Draven brought the baby to her. The child was quiet now, looking around with small, curious eyes that seemed to shine faintly — not blue, not gray, but silver.“He’s… he’s perfect,” Liora whispered, her voice weak.Draven sat beside her, holding the baby carefully. “He looks like you,” he said quietly.The priestess stood close, her eyes never leaving the child. “He carries the mark,” she said. “This is the child spoken of — born under storm and silence, light and shadow together.”Draven frowned slightly. “What does it mean?”The priestess met his ga
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