"But remember," the Elder's voice rose again, "this also means we still have chances for some of you to bear sons."
At that, the tension in the room faded slightly. A new flicker of hope lit in the women's eyes.
"So," she went on, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, "everyone will have their chances—with Kain, Allen, and Rael."
That single sentence was like tossing meat into a den of hungry wolves. The air became charged again, and the murmurs rose immediately:
"I'll wait for Kain… I know his seed is strong.""Allen isn't bad either… steady hands.""Rael… weakest or not, I still wouldn't mind trying…" followed by a low, teasing laugh.
The Elder's gaze sharpened again. "I know many of you are hungry," she said firmly, "but remember—stay in a queue. Do not overwhelm them."
A brief pause and she continued.
"You all will be picked randomly. The list will be posted in the early morning—just before the sun rises over the horizon."
