Aimier never noticed the prying eyes of her kin. She was somewhat weary now, feeling only that something that did not belong inside a Primordial Elf had appeared in her abdomen. Even Li Ziran at her side seemed strange.
His mind was muddled, his gaze dull, and Corpse Witches had appeared beside him in greater numbers, taking over Li Ziran's work.
Although she knew they were all Li Ziran's summons, she still instinctively recoiled when those icy fingers touched her belly.
She could bare herself completely to Li Ziran, but the pride of a Primordial Elf would not allow her to be violated by other living beings. Her instincts rejected them, yet Li Ziran's cold gaze made her fall silent.
It seemed that whenever she saw Li Ziran with that expression, she would remember the moment he had forcibly carried her back from the entrance of Oak Space.
Brutal!
The Corpse Witches moved quickly, but Li Ziran grew increasingly stiff. Her belly was slowly stitched shut, and vial after vial of medicine was injected into her abdomen.
At last, she could move freely again. Sitting up, she looked at her smooth belly, yet she could not see anything unusual. Still, she could clearly sense all the energy in her body gathering ceaselessly toward her womb.
A womb that had not stirred for over a hundred years was now crazily drawing in her Natural Essence like a black hole.
Natural Essence, the foundation of her survival.
She had been surviving by absorbing the origins of two Primordial Elves, yet now some monster in her womb was stripping away her origin.
"Li, what is going on?"
Aimier received no answer. Li Ziran stood there coldly like a puppet. Realizing at once that something was wrong, she instinctively reached for him, only to