Chapter 1593

The air inside the nest shimmered, dense with golden light and the breath of something sacred. No one moved for a long moment, their bodies stilled not by fear, but by the sheer weight of what they felt inside them. Jude sat frozen at the center, his chest rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths as he looked around at the women who now shared this impossible transformation. Each one of them glowing from within, not just touched by the island's magic but filled with it - nurturing something new, something living.

Lucy's hand trembled as she lifted it to her abdomen, her fingers brushing the soft, warm skin where a faint golden swirl had begun to appear, like a flower etched in light. "It's not just inside us," she whispered. "It's marking us."

Emma reached for Sophie's hand and guided it to her own belly. "Feel it," she murmured, her voice reverent. "It's beating."