Chapter 243: Brynhild's Death?
The rain increased, falling more heavily and louder. Each thunderclap coincided with a contraction, each flash of lightning illuminating the desperation etched into their faces. Brynhild's sweat-slicked hair clung to her temples, her breathing ragged and erratic.
Lysander's hands moved with trembling precision, guided by his instincts. Sophia could feel every twitch of his fingers, every tremor, every bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. Brynhild cried out again, her voice broken.
"Please…please! It's too much! Take it out! I can't…!"
His hands shook violently, hovering as if afraid to touch, yet she could feel the determination, the love, the terror coursing through him. "I've got you," he whispered. "It's going to be okay. I promise. Trust me."
"It hurts!" Brynhild cried loudly. "Lysander, it hurts too much. I don't want it to hurt anymore. Please...I don't want it to hurt anymore."
"It's going to hurt less," Lysander told her.
