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As each contraction wracked her frame, Absinth summoned every ounce of strength she possessed, pushing through the pain with resolve. The little lives within her depended on her, and she was determined to bring them into the world with the same fierceness that had defined her entire life.

Her muscles strained with each agonizing pulse, her body a taut wire of defiance. This would not best her, and she was treating it the same as a battle. Both were bloody, both were feats of endurance. The den echoed with the sounds of her struggle, sharp breaths and muted growls merging with the night. Amidst the turmoil, she cast fleeting glances at Aresenn. Her emerald eyes flashed with intensity, of pain and distorted confidence, as she hissed through every painful throb of her hips. Her world had shrunk to the rhythm of labor, and little else.

Aresenn's presence was a solid anchor in the storm, but she remained in her own realm of suffering and strength until his voice cut through the fog of her struggle. “Do you need Caedes?” He asked, his tone laced with concern that she grit her teeth at.

Absinth shook her head vehemently, her gaze locking onto his with an ebb and flow of ferocity. “I can do this.” She breathed out, each word a testament to her indomitable spirit. She knew that if she couldn't, he would do what was needed. But for now, it was her battle to fight, her victory to claim.

The contractions came faster and harder, but she refused to falter. With every wave of pain, she pushed harder, drawing on reserves of strength she hadn't known she possessed. Her determination was a living thing, a fire that burned brightly in the depths of her soul. This warrior, and her greatest battle.


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