I remained frozen as I saw his fist burst out from the back of my younger self's chest.
"Azariah!!"
Yennefer's scream echoed within the place making me snap out.
Rangar flickered his hand and threw my body aside like a ragdoll.
He slowly leaned in to grab Liam in his hand, holding him tightly.
"Azariah!?"
Yennefer rushed towards my broken body that was gasping for air.
Nerissa however remained frozen in her place.
Blood filled my younger self's mouth, the warmth running down his chin as his tiny hands tried to press against the gaping wound.
The world tilted and blurred, every breath heavier than the last.
Yennefer fell to her knees beside me, her arms shaking as she tried to hold me steady. "No, no, no! Azariah, stay with me!"
I could see Liam in Ragnar's arms now, the baby crying loudly as if sensing the danger.
Ragnar's expression was cold, unfeeling, as though the child was nothing more than an object to claim.
"Stop…" I heard Nerissa's faint voice.
