Chapter 546
"He came at the wrong time," she murmured. "It seems... things are reaching their end."
Ikenga glanced sideways at her, a faint smile curving his lips. His arm pressed more firmly around her.
"He couldn’t have come at a better time," he said, his voice warm with quiet conviction. "With how things are unfolding... we may not even need to stand at the frontlines."
He looked ahead, eyes narrowing with resolve.
"We now know our enemy’s weakness — and all we have to do is keep our pawns alive long enough to keep pressing on those soft spots."
Keles gave a quiet hum of agreement as her fingers moved in slow circles over her growing belly — a gesture of both worry and hope.
"Have you got a name for him yet?" Keles asked, a teasing lilt in her voice as they walked slowly side by side.
Ikenga scratched his head with a sheepish grin. "I think I’ll leave that to you," he replied.
By now, they had reached the door to their chambers — quieter and more still than usual. There was no Agatha waiting for them, no mention of her lingering in the air. Ikenga felt the absence but said nothing. Some Chapters end in silence, and he had learned to respect that.
Keles stepped in first, pulling back the veil from her head. The moment she did, the coldness that often marked her features softened into something far gentler. Her eyes, once hollow with divine distance, now shimmered faintly — like something was blooming behind them.
Pregnancy was not new to her. She had brought Xerosis and Roth into the world through her own means, forged of her essence — as the goddess of death and darkness. But this time... this child was different.