The starlight figure stepped forward, and everyone gasped.
It was Luna Evelyn Blackwood. But not the Luna Evelyn they knew. This version glowed with old power.
Her eyes held the wisdom of ages. Her presence made the air itself hum with magic. "Mother?" Kael whispered, barely living after his resurrection.
"Not just your mother," Evelyn answered softly. "I'm much more than that." She waved her hand, and the disappearing children became solid again.
Their strength returned, their glow brightened. "How?" Dr. Cross stammered.
"They were dying!" "They weren't dying," Evelyn amended.
"They were coming home to me." She knelt beside the nine babies, gathering them in her arms like they weighed nothing.
"My precious ones. You've been so brave, so strong. But this isn't your fight anymore."
"We don't understand," baby Wisdom said, confusion clear in her tiny voice.
