Despair took shape in the silence.
Lythiel, exhausted, could barely keep her eyes open.
Madhalene trembled.
Then the sound emerged.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Firm.
A woman appeared among the trees.
Simple.
But… wrong.
As if she didn't belong there.
She didn't ask.
She didn't explain.
She only observed.
And then she spoke:
— It was fate that brought me here.
Madhalene recoiled.
— Who are you?
The woman didn't answer.
She approached.
And extended her arms.
A baby.
Alive.
Breathing.
Silent.
— He must live.