"Damn it!"
Danyla knew something was wrong. The increasingly frequent contractions had left her forehead slick with cold sweat, only for the flames around her to lick it dry at once.
She knew the situation had become truly dangerous. Not daring to delay another moment, she immediately focused her mind and carefully sensed what was happening inside her womb.
At the same time, Danyla marshaled all the magical energy within her, trying to turn the baby into the right position.
To her astonishment, however, the baby was frantically absorbing the surrounding fire magical energy. This also considerably improved her own ability to draw magical energy from the flames.
Time ticked by. After nearly another hour, the power of the blood sacrifice had been exhausted. The pile of wood beneath Danyla had burned entirely to ash, and the flames gradually died out.
Yet even though the baby was now properly positioned, the mischievous third child still refused to come out. Waves of agonizing pain washed over Danyla, overwhelming her in an instant.
Unable to endure the torment any longer, she went limp and collapsed into the ashes, coating herself in soot.
Daemon and Viserys rushed forward, but the embers remaining in the ashes immediately set their clothes alight, forcing them to retreat.
Just as Danyla felt the pain was about to break her, a strange pulse suddenly emanated from her womb.
Faint flames sprang up again among the extinguished ashes. Drawn by the pulse, the young dragon Termit flew straight to Danyla's side and stared at her belly, green dragonfire involuntarily gathering in the dragon's mouth.
As Danyla sensed another powerful pulse spreading from her abdomen, Termit lost control and breathed dragonfire straight at her belly.
Danyla's dragon-wing leather armor was instantly scorched. The skin of her belly and much of