"They are the force, and they are the guide. They will rule together, not as rivals, but as one."
ELIAS'S POV
The silence was the loudest sound in the world. It wasn't the dead silence of fear or waiting; it was the absolute, resonant stillness that follows a monumental clash on a battlefield after the final stroke, or in this case, a body after the eviction of two powerful, miniature entities that had occupied its space for nine months.
My physical body was a wreck. Every muscle was screaming in protest, drenched in sweat, and humming with a deep, persistent ache that settled into my bones. Niko was still fussing over me, a gentle, professional hum of activity cleaning, soothing, ensuring the last lingering effects of the miraculous, self-guided birth were managed. I could feel the residual heat of the twin magical cores receding, leaving behind a phantom pressure where my stomach had just been a tight, tense fortress. But beneath the wreckage of my body, my soul was singing.
