The ship docked at the reclaimed Valcort forward base under gray skies.
Aiden stepped off the gangplank with Elizabeth at his side, their golden threads humming between them. Calipso followed slowly, one hand on her swollen belly, the other gripping Sabrina's arm.
The saintess had grown quieter these past days, her golden veins pulsing brighter every hour. The child inside her was coming early.
They reached the fortified birthing chamber within the hour. Thick stone walls, reinforced with fresh wards, and a wide bed draped in dark silks. Calipso barely made it to the edge before her water broke. A crack split the far wall like lightning frozen in place.
Golden light leaked from the fracture, and faint Watcher echoes whispered through the room—voices that weren't voices, shapes that weren't fully there.
"Get everyone in here," Aiden ordered. "Now."
