Chapter 118 The Birth Of The Heir

• Guards shouted contradictory orders while healers rushed through corridors transformed from halls of power into makeshift war hospitals. The scent of blood and magic hung heavy in air that trembled with each explosion shaking palace foundations.
• Gideon cradled Bobby against his chest, her contractions intensifying with each pulse of silver light that flickered like a candle in a storm threatening to extinguish it permanently.
• "Get Dr. Vasquez!" Sarah's voice cut through chaos with authority born from years of treating wounds that should have been fatal. "Now!"