A few moments before Aselia's essence fully entered the unborn child, on Koralith in the elven town of Eethri-on.  

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(Myrin's Pov)  

The tremors beneath me felt like the earth itself was breaking apart, a terrifying force that mirrored the chaos in my heart. "What's happening?!" I shouted, my voice cracking as panic surged through me. My diamond eyes darted toward my wife, Zaleria, who lay writhing in pain on the birthing table.  

"The ground is shaking! Please hold on, Zaleria!" cried Kiirion, the village's head doctor. His voice was tight with tension as he tried to assist her. Zaleria, my beloved, always ethereal in her beauty, looked like an otherworldly vision even now. Her golden hair, matted with sweat, and her pale, once radiant skin spoke of her exhaustion, yet she still seemed divine. This labor had pushed her to the very edge of her strength.  

Above us, thunder cracked and boomed, as if the heavens were beating war drums in rage. The earth beneath me trembled violently, and lightning flashed in rapid bursts, making the dimly lit room seem as bright as midday. This was no ordinary storm; the sky churned with unnatural fury, as though some cosmic power loomed just beyond the veil. The trembling ground felt like an omen, as though the gods themselves feared what was about to be born.  

"I-I don't understand this storm! It's impossible! The entire house is shaking!" I yelled, clutching the nearest table to steady myself as the vibrations threatened to knock me down. Around me, books tumbled from shelves, and furniture rattled violently.  

Zaleria screamed again, a heart-wrenching sound full of agony and desperation. My heart clenched as I saw her suffer, but then—something strange began to happen. Her stomach glowed, radiating an intense light, like the sun itself had nestled within her womb. The brilliant light pulsed and shimmered, illuminating the entire room in its divine radiance.  

Kiirion staggered back, shielding his eyes from the overwhelming glow. "What… what is this?! I've never seen anything like it!" he stammered, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he beheld the impossible sight before him.  

The light only grew stronger, and then the moment arrived. Zaleria gave one final push, and my second daughter was born. She did not cry as most newborns do. No, my daughter entered the world in utter silence, her small body glowing with an ethereal light. The room seemed to bow to her presence, the radiance casting divine shadows that flickered against the trembling walls.  

I stood frozen, unable to speak, unable to move, as my gaze fixed on my daughter. She was radiant, glowing like a celestial being, her tiny form too pure, too holy for this mortal realm.  

"This… this is impossible," Kiirion whispered, his words nearly lost in the raging storm outside. "This must be a divine revelation! A child born under such omens… we must inform the village elder at once. This is no ordinary child!"  

"No!" I snapped, grabbing Kiirion's wrist before he could leave. My voice was low, filled with a commanding dread I barely recognized as my own. "You will speak of this to no one. Do you hear me?"  

Kiirion turned wide, fearful eyes to me. "But… but the elder—"  

"I said no one!" I hissed, leaning closer, my grip tightening on his wrist. "If word gets out, they will never let her live a normal life. She'll be seen as a monster, or worse, a tool of the gods. We do not know what just happened, and I will ensure it stays that way."  

For a moment, there was only silence. Kiirion met my eyes, and in them, I made sure he saw my unyielding resolve. Slowly, he nodded. I knew he would not defy me—not after what I had done for his family. Years ago, I saved his son from certain death. He owed me, and I was calling in that debt now.  

"I understand," he whispered reluctantly, though unease lingered on his face. "But… this light, these tremors—people will ask questions. They'll come for answers."  

"Let them ask," I replied, my voice cold and firm. "You and I will take this secret to our graves. She's our daughter, and I will protect her, no matter what."  

With a solemn nod, Kiirion quickly gathered his things and left, leaving me alone with Zaleria and our glowing, silent child.  

Zaleria lay exhausted, her breaths shallow, her eyes heavy-lidded. Despite everything, she managed a soft smile as she cradled our newborn daughter in her arms. The child's light was so intense it was almost difficult to look at her directly, but Zaleria gazed down at her with boundless love.  

"Look, Myrin," Zaleria murmured weakly. "She's so quiet. Most babies cry when they're born, but she… she's so peaceful."  

Kneeling beside her, I brushed a damp strand of golden hair from her face. My eyes never left our daughter’s glowing form. "She's… unlike anything I've ever seen," I whispered, my voice trembling with awe and fear.  

The hours that followed were a blur of silence. It was not until dawn, as the storm began to calm, that our newborn daughter opened her eyes for the first time.