Not the scout drones, not the automated guard robots, and not the heavy-duty defense systems could stop the two ancient beings descending from the northern sky.
The machines didn't even have a second to execute lethal force before the sheer, crushing air pressure of the approaching entities fried their circuits, leaving them dead and useless in the corridors.
The ancient dragons were coming here as if they were drawn by an inescapable magnet. They had sensed the birth of an exceptionally powerful draconic life—a lineage that would grow to cataclysmic proportions if raised in their own hands.
That was their only reason for being here.
"Give me my baby," Hana said, her voice cutting through the thick, terrifying aura flooding the room.
She began to push herself up, but the hare midwives gasped in sheer panic, trying to hold her down. "Miss Hana, please! You are still actively bleeding! We haven't even had time to sew you up yet—"
