Chapter 117 I am from your womb
The Gaia sky thundered in an unusual silence, as if reality itself was holding its breath, watching a crack in time slip into the Queen's private sanctuary.
Iris still knelt on the floor, her hands clutching her sweat-dampened abdomen, a mixture of pain and anger radiating from her trembling form. The lingering presence of Azazel still hung heavily in the air—but now, the atmosphere had softened.
Cool.
Calm.
Almost... singing.
Then the voice came.
"Mother..."
Iris looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks as all her breath escaped. The small girl's hands trembled, trembling with the effort of holding back fear while standing on the threshold—gripping tightly to hope and an aching, fierce longing.
There, framed in the doorway, stood a teenage girl. Her hair was short and layered with captivating texture, shimmering in silver-white shades that carried a soft blue gleam, casting a gentle glow like moonlight filtered through mist. The tips of her hair blazed with a glowing copper-orange, reminiscent of a sacred fire's radiant aura brushing the twilight sky, illuminating the dim room with warmth and mystic light.
