Chapter 568 The Cry That Cracked the Glyph
Her body still trembled, each heartbeat seemed to express an extraordinary tension. Her breath was heavy and intermittent, reflecting the struggle she had just experienced. Her left hand clutched a wet cloth, stained with blood and amniotic fluid, while her right hand lay limply at her side like a leaf blown by the wind.
However, her face... was peaceful, as if all the pain of the world had demanded a price: the price of a child.
Fitran knelt beside her, his body drenched in sweat and unrestrained tears. In his embrace, he cradled something very small yet incredibly precious, a life that had just been born.
A baby girl.
Her hair was fine and silvery, as if made of light that radiated peace. Her skin was pale yet glowing, giving the impression that she was a gift from heaven. Her eyes were still closed, and her first cry was held back, waiting for the perfect moment to color the world that awaited her.
Fitran gazed at that tiny face, flooded with feelings that were hard to name—deep fear, profound love, and indescribable awe. Fear gripped his heart, that perhaps this baby was too pure for a world full of challenges and difficulties.
"Elyra... it's me. Your father," he said softly, his voice gliding gently into the air, like a protective mantra resonating in the quiet night. "We have waited for this moment with great hope, the moment you were born into a world filled with challenges and wonders."
He slowly bowed down, touching his soft lips to the baby's forehead. As his touch met the skin as cold as morning dew, it felt as if a magical current flowed, making the air around them vibrate with a supernatural energy full of mystery.
"You are the light in the darkness, my daughter. Let every cry of yours shake the heavens and make every corner of the world hear your existence," Fitran continued, his voice trembling with deep emotion. "No one will hurt you. I will protect you, even from the darkness that may lurk behind the veil of this world."