The Moon’s Reckoning

EFORE THE

of spiritualist vitality in Chanthorn, appeared to cast a strongly and unforgiving light upon the couple. Geralt, torn between his human

e directed the restorative group. "We got to speed up the method. We

ith a primal encourage. "Do anything

eralt paced restlessly. "If you don't mind, r

. Finally, after what felt like an endlessness, their daughter was born, but it was a minute that came at the edge of life and passing. The room appeared to breathe out a collective brea

down his confront. "You did it, Helda. You're amazing.

uring the most challenging of circumstances, an image of their persevering adores and the unwavering soul of Chanthorn. In the repercussions of the birth, the healing cent

ilence fell u

a. Just like her grandmother

ring out his spouse and infant girl.

into the chronicles of Chanthorn's history as a confirmation to the persevering control of adore, assurance, and the enchan

hey strolled hand in hand, their steps overwhelming with the weight of fatigue and the bliss of parenthood. As they entered their curious bungalow, Geralt made a difference Helda set

Geralt grinned, his eyes filled with pride. "Y

of the challenging birth. As the night wore on, Helda's fatigue extended, and her conf

but I'll be fine." But as the hours passed, Helda's condition did not progress. She started to shudder

eyes filled with tears. "No, Geralt, I can't go back there. I just need to be with our

. Nora needs her mother to be healthy." Tears spilled down Helda's

his phone to call the healing centre. "I won't let anythin

s rising within the little cabin. The warmth of the fire appeared t

," Geralt argued, his disappointment palpable. Helda's tears streamed openly pres

ible. But fair as Geralt was almost to demand advance, a sudden

on a chair and after that collapsed to the floor, unconscious. Panic surged through Geralt as he bowed next to his spouse, supporting her hea

ntrast to the chaos that had erupted. Minutes felt like hours as Geralt held up for the rescue vehicle, his heart

e number of his sister-in-law. She picked up. "Oh my God, has it happened already?",

e and take the baby",

he tried to say but w

r bunk. His hands shook as he moved back to Helda, who remained oblivious on the cab

ng on the rock street. Geralt's knuckles turned white as he grasped the wheel tightly, and he mumbled curses beneath his breath. The street to the nearby healing centre was tricky, winding through the thick timberland, but Geralt was decided to urge Helda the assistance she required. He may listen her shallow breaths from the rearward sitting arrangement, each one a agonizing update of her breaking down condition. His intellect hustled, a tor