The Dragon King's cave was quiet, save for the soft breathing from the crib.
Roxy stood by the bed, folding a stack of tiny onesies. She moved mechanically, her mind miles away without a single smile on her face. Specifically, her mind was two days in the future, imagining the clash of armies that the System had warned her about.
I shouldn't have fucking read that book.
She cursed internally, feeling regret. Because she knew that if she had been working on her damn report, she wouldn't be standing here folding baby clothes for a baby she would soon abandon to have another baby.
But I can't take Drax along, or a full war might break out, and instead of saving the world, I would be destroying it.
I would be going against the system, which meant immediate death. Death, I haven't confirmed if I would be erased or return to earth.
"What are you doing?" Zarek's voice rumbled from the entrance.
