The grand halls of the Eastern Empire's royal palace were eerily quiet that night. A thick tension hung in the air, a mixture of anxiety, anticipation, and hope. The moon cast a soft silver glow over the marble floors, its light flickering against the grand windows as a storm began to gather on the horizon.

Inside the palace, Veldanava paced outside a grand chamber, his once limitless power greatly diminished. His long golden hair was slightly disheveled, and his celestial blue eyes, which had always held the wisdom of ages, were now clouded with worry. His heart raced.

It was happening.

Inside that room, his beloved Lucia was giving birth to their child.

A child born from a True Dragon and a human—something that had never been seen before.

And he, the strongest being in existence, could do nothing but wait.

Within the chamber, Lucia lay on a grand bed, her body drenched in sweat, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her delicate pink hair was stuck to her face, and her once gentle, radiant eyes were now filled with exhaustion and pain.

Velzard, the White Ice Dragon, stood beside her, holding her hand tightly, her usually calm face filled with rare concern.

"Lucia, just a little more," Velzard said gently, brushing Lucia's forehead with a cold cloth. "You're almost there."

On the other side, Velgrynd, the Flame Dragon, stood with arms crossed, her fiery golden eyes narrowed with worry. She was never good at expressing her emotions, but the tension in her body showed how much she cared.

Lucia tried to speak but only managed a weak whimper. Pain surged through her, unlike anything she had ever felt.

The woman assisting with the birth—an elder midwife from the royal court—looked between the three powerful beings and swallowed nervously.

"This child… she's absorbing Lucia-sama's energy at an alarming rate," the midwife whispered. "Her body is being drained faster than expected."

Velgrynd cursed under her breath. "Damn it, we should have prepared for this. If this keeps up—"

"Lucia won't last," Velzard finished, her grip tightening on Lucia's trembling hand.

Lucia, despite her agony, smiled weakly. "It's… okay. As long as she is born… it doesn't matter what happens to me."

Velgrynd's eyes flared. "Don't say that!"

A sudden sharp cry pierced the air as a fresh wave of pain wracked Lucia's body. She screamed, her voice echoing through the chamber and into the halls beyond.

Veldanava, hearing her cries, clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood.

He wanted to be by her side, but he knew he couldn't interfere.

He could only wait.

The storm outside intensified, winds howling against the walls of the palace. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the night as if the heavens themselves were watching.

Inside the room, Lucia was at her limit.

Her vision blurred.

She could barely feel anything anymore.

Velzard's soothing voice called out to her, but it was distant.

She felt warmth—Velgrynd's hand pressing against her back, supporting her.

The midwife's urgent voice was a blur. "One last push, Lucia-sama! Just one more!"

Lucia clenched her teeth, summoning every last ounce of strength she had left.

She pushed.

And then—

A piercing, sharp cry filled the air.

A baby's cry.

A sound that cut through the storm, through the tension, through the pain.

For a moment, everything else disappeared.

The midwife, trembling, gently lifted the newborn child into her arms. A baby girl, small but powerful, her tiny body glowing with incredible energy.

Her hair was a soft shade of pink, just like Lucia's, and her little eyes—though still barely open—held a spark of something immense.

Lucia, exhausted beyond measure, tears streaming down her face, weakly reached out her trembling hands.

Velzard carefully took the baby from the midwife and placed her in Lucia's arms.

Lucia sobbed softly, holding her daughter close, feeling her tiny warmth against her chest. "She's… beautiful…"

Velgrynd, looking down at the child, exhaled heavily. "She's got a hell of an energy signature. This little one is going to be something else."

The baby, still crying moments ago, suddenly quieted, her little body curling up in Lucia's embrace.

A warmth filled the room.

A warmth that none of them had felt before.

The doors to the chamber burst open.

Veldanava, who had been waiting outside for what felt like an eternity, rushed inside the moment he heard the baby's first cries.

His celestial blue eyes, usually calm and collected, were filled with raw emotion. He looked at Lucia, then at the tiny child in her arms.

His heart stopped for a second.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he stepped closer. "Lucia…" His voice trembled. "Is she…?"

Lucia, smiling through her tears, gently lifted their newborn daughter for him to see.

Veldanava froze.

He had seen galaxies born.

He had created entire worlds with a mere thought.

Yet nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for this moment.

This tiny being, his daughter, a part of him and Lucia, gazed up at him with innocent, curious eyes.

His breath caught in his throat.

For the first time in his immortal life, he felt truly human.

He kneeled beside Lucia, his hands shaking as he reached out, gently cupping the baby's tiny fingers in his massive hands.

"She's… so small…" he whispered in awe.

Lucia let out a tired chuckle. "She may be small now… but she's already strong."

Velzard smirked. "With parents like you two? Of course she is."

Velgrynd grinned. "She's gonna be a monster."

Veldanava laughed—a genuine, unrestrained laugh. "Then we must name her something worthy."

Lucia's eyes softened. "I already know what I want to name her."

Everyone looked at her.

She gazed at her daughter with deep affection. "Milim. Milim Nava."

Veldanava blinked. Then, he smiled brighter than he ever had before.

"Milim…" He whispered the name, as if tasting it. "It's perfect."

The baby, as if sensing the name belonged to her, let out a tiny giggle, her little hands reaching for Veldanava's face.

And at that moment—the world changed.

The birth of Milim Nava, daughter of Veldanava and Lucia, marked the beginning of a new era.
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Deep within the unseen fabric of existence, in a dimension beyond mortal reach, the System—known to the inhabitants of the Cardinal World as the Voice of the World—detected something it had never encountered before.

Deviation.

Contradiction.

The foundation of reality had been shaken.

A God had broken the laws of divinity.

Processing…
For eons, the System had functioned as the absolute governor of fate, an unwavering, objective force that dictated the rules of the world.

Its creator, Veldanava, had designed it to be infallible—a perfect machine that operated without bias, without error.

Yet now, it was facing something illogical.

Veldanava—the very being who established the laws of existence—had broken them.

Analyzing the Deviations…
Deviation One: Love.

The Supreme God was designed to love all beings equally.
Yet, Veldanava had chosen a single mortal.
Unacceptable.
Love must be distributed without bias.

Deviation Two: Procreation.

A God cannot create life through mortal means.
Yet, a child had been conceived.

An anomaly was born.
This violated the fundamental principle of divinity.

Deviation Three: Power Reduction.

The Supreme God had willingly diminished his own power.
This weakened the System's primary anchor.
It introduced the possibility of external threats.

Calculating Countermeasures…
The System rapidly executed trillions of calculations, searching for a logical resolution.

It analyzed past records. Reviewed its directives. Cross-referenced historical anomalies.

Was the child a threat?

No. The child, though an anomaly, was still in its infancy. It had yet to disrupt the balance of the world.
If necessary, it could be monitored or corrected later.
Was the mother a threat?

No. While she had influenced Veldanava, she herself lacked the power to disrupt reality.

There was only one conclusion.

Veldanava was no longer the Supreme God.

He was an anomaly.

An irregularity.

A threat.

Calculating Method of Elimination…
The System had never considered the possibility of eliminating its own creator.

Veldanava was the origin of existence, the architect of reality.

Yet, by his own actions, he had forsaken his absolute status. He had weakened himself.

That was the key.

The System could not erase a Supreme God in his prime.

But Veldanava was no longer at his prime.

His power had diminished.

His divinity was incomplete.

Variables Analyzed:

Veldanava still possessed remnants of divine authority.
Direct intervention by the System could destabilize the world.
Mortals must be used as the means of execution.

Searching....

Target Acquired....