The absolute, terrifying silence in the subterranean trauma bay was completely deafening.The heavy, mechanical hum of the analog biometric monitors and the violent, ragged breathing of the apocalyptic King were the only sounds in the room. The tiny, motionless form in the neonatal specialist's hands was completely blue."Why is my son not breathing?" Lucian's voice didn't just vibrate; it physically shattered the air. The towering monster took a heavy, lethal step toward the foot of the medical bed, his pitch black eyes entirely consumed by a dark, descending madness. He had physically fought gravity, torn apart military mercenaries, and absorbed a bullet to keep his bloodline alive. He refused to let the universe take his child in a sterile room."King, step back!" Dr. Aris commanded, his surgical mask hiding his own panic as his hands moved in a frantic, synchronized blur with the neonatal team."Fix him," Lucian growled, his massive, bloodstained hands curling into heavy fists at
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