The world was ending, and Lan Hanyu could feel it in her bones.
Her long blue hair fluttered wildly in the chaotic winds as she stepped forward, her light blue robes already half-dissolved into golden dust.
The Grand Array Platform trembled beneath her feet, its light flickering like a dying candle. Around her, the last of the True Gods stood—Lin Xinyao, Yun Qianxue, Hei Yue, and the others—their faces pale with exhaustion and grief.
But Lan Hanyu's thoughts were not on herself.
Her hand pressed gently against her belly, where a tiny life pulsed weakly within her.
Bing'er.
Her daughter.
Yun Lintian's child.
A child who would never see the world.
"I'm sorry," Lan Hanyu whispered, her voice breaking. "Mom can't protect you after all."
For a moment, there was silence.
Then—
A soft, childish voice echoed in her mind.
"It's okay, Mom."
A trace of sadness flashed across Lan Hanyu's eyes.
