Calidora’s expression was a canvas of worry, her pregnancy nearing its full term with the due date merely a week away. She harbored a deep-seated fear, not for the birth, but for the future that lay ahead for her child. “Aktulus, what’s our next move?” she implored, her voice barely above a whisper. Aktulus, perched precariously on her lap, returned her gaze with an intensity that bordered on clairvoyance. His eyes, usually a comforting presence, now seemed to pierce through her very soul. Calidora shuddered; she had never witnessed such a haunting look in Aktulus’s eyes before. Aktulus，Calidora