The scent of herbs and ancient tomes fills the air, a soothing calm that contrasts with the turmoil of your body. You lie on a soft velvet chaise within the dimly lit chamber at the top of the tower, your swollen belly rising and falling with each shallow breath. The pain had subsided, but the lingering weakness from the dark sorcerer's brutal attack still holds you in its grasp.

Remi Belodos, the Master of the Tower, stands beside you, his long black hair cascading down his back, his green eyes filled with a quiet intensity as he carefully infuses more magic into your womb. His fingers glow with an ethereal light, weaving a delicate web of magic around the fragile life growing inside you.

"You must rest," Remi’s voice is low, almost a whisper, as he watches the magic take root within you. "The child will live. I will see to it."

You know he is doing more than just protecting the baby; he is sustaining both of you. His magic—powerful and ancient—flows through you, but it is draining him, the faint signs of exhaustion creeping across his face. His connection to you, to the child, is more profound than either of you may admit.

As the dark sorcerer's curse weakens, you close your eyes, letting yourself trust him, knowing that without Remi’s protection, neither you nor your child would have survived the attack.