The world split in half when Father and Son struck together.
The Child's womb-mouths shrieked as golden flame and black venom tore through them, searing its endless hunger. Its tendrils flailed wildly, dripping seed, milk, and blood, splattering across the skies of the Wet Empire like falling comets. Each strike from Kaito and the Son burned not as food, but as poison—their stolen essences turned against the Child itself.
The Firstborn gasped as the pull lessened, if only for a heartbeat. Nyxa fell to her knees in the surf, her womb still gaping wide, juices pouring down her thighs. "They hurt it… gods, they actually hurt it…"
The Daughter of Floods clutched her breasts, milk gushing between her fingers, eyes wide in awe. "No one… nothing… has ever made the End bleed…"
