Idris rubbed his temples. Earlier, the moment his energy touched the protective dome—similar to the kind druids naturally had, though this one was far thinner—he'd been struck by something that felt like lightning. His whole body had jolted, his ears still ringing.
This wasn't the first pregnant druid he'd examined. None had ever resisted this fiercely.
Whatever was different about this one, even he—famed for being able to see every detail inside the human body—couldn't pierce the druid's womb shield.
"There's no need to continue, sir," Gara said, snapping Idris out of his thoughts.
He knew the system's defenses couldn't be breached. And if someone did manage it, that would only mean trouble for him.
"Sir Idris, do you at least know if my twins are healthy? They should be, right? You can still tell without seeing directly… can't you?" Gara asked.
The elf cleared his throat and nodded. "They're fine. However… there is something unusual, and it makes me want to examine further."
