The Final Trial

Even rubbing his back with all his might didn't seem to help anymore.

Shen Xinghui's body trembled, curling in on itself.

Desperate to provide some relief, Ignatius cast a healing spell several times, focusing on his lower back and hips where the pain was likely the worst.

Healing magic couldn't fully erase pain, but it could ease fatigue and dull it slightly.

However, the effect was barely noticeable.

Then, suddenly, Shen Xinghui bend over harder.

The next moment, the bed beneath him was soaked with a rush of fluid.

"His water has broken," the midwife announced, leaning in to check.

"Ahhh—!! Hnghhhhh!!" Shen Xinghui cried out, his body tensing with the overwhelming sensation.

Shen Xinghui could no longer hold back his voice.

His shoulders trembled violently from the pain, and Ignatius held him close, continuing to cast healing spells on his back.