Elian's POV
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He survived.
Somehow, once the smoke and dust began to settle… he realised that he was still alive.
He attempted to move but immediately stopped when a sharp, piercing pain tore through his torso. Looking down, he clutched a deep gash on his stomach.
Amara, that bitch.
[Host's vitals stabilising…]
Elian quickly looked around.
The Omega lay helplessly on the desert floor, face having been buried in the sand for gods know how long.
The Divine Crystal had ceased its expulsion of Divine energy into the atmosphere—not just that, but it now had several cracks running across its surface, visible even though he was over a hundred meters away.
'Lucian… Kyren…'
His eyes widened.
Wait.
His babies!
'No, no, no…' Those violet eyes became watery as he brought his gaze back to his stomach. 'System, check on them. Are they… are they—'
[Alive. Your children and your mates are alive. But the twins are losing nourishment fast.]
