Overpowered From Birth

As we sit, I can't take my eyes off the witch, staring at her without a break. Old Man Duke, on the other hand, looks downright terrified. I've never seen him this scared.

"So, Old Man Duke told me you wanted to see me—"

"It wasn't you," I cut in, my voice steady. "I wanted to see Zella and my child."

The witch's face flashes with anger at my interruption, but I don't care.

"Fine," she says, her tone sharp. "I've agreed to let you see Zella, but only on one condition."

"I don't want any conditions," I snap, the heat rising in my voice. "I just want my woman and my kid. I'm taking them out of this hellhole."

"Pfft, your woman?" The Matriarch sneers, her grin wide and mocking. "Why is the protoss so petty? Didn't you break up with her? Didn't you say you wouldn't take responsibility for her pregnancy? What's changed now?"