The portal chamber thrummed with restrained power.
Amalia had delivered her child only hours earlier—a daughter, small and fierce, her cries already echoing with strength. She should have been resting in the infirmary.
Instead, she insisted on being present.
She remained in the comms room, propped carefully against warded pillows, pale but unyielding. Jael stayed behind with their beautiful daughter, Surri. Despite the strain of labor still etched into her features, Amalia directed stabilization sigils with the precision of a seasoned commander.
Elder Neris stood beside her, ancient hands steady as she helped Amalia recreate the exact magical conditions and coordinates from the night Alina and Casius had vanished from this realm.
Sera and Talia stood at the heart of the work.
Bound—n
