As she dashed through the grand halls of the palace, her breath ragged with sobs, Morax's mistress, the god of dust, Guizhong, stood before him. She collapsed to the ground, clutching her stomach in agony, tears streaming down her face. In a state of utter distress, all she could manage were stammers and stuttered words. It was clear that she was crumbling before his very eyes.

The deity of agreements, with a puzzled expression on his face, heard Guizhong's shaky voice as she uttered, "Our baby has passed away." Morax's bewilderment shifted to compassion as he tenderly embraced her in his arms, unable to block out the sound of her heartbreaking sobs.