"He came at the wrong time," she murmured. "It seems… things are reaching their end."
Ikenga glanced sideways at her, a faint smile curving his lips. His arm pressed more firmly around her.
"He couldn't have come at a better time," he said, his voice warm with quiet conviction. "With how things are unfolding… we may not even need to stand at the frontlines."
He looked ahead, eyes narrowing with resolve.
"We now know our enemy's weakness — and all we have to do is keep our pawns alive long enough to keep pressing on those soft spots."
Keles gave a quiet hum of agreement as her fingers moved in slow circles over her growing belly — a gesture of both worry and hope.
"Have you got a name for him yet?" Keles asked, a teasing lilt in her voice as they walked slowly side by side.
Ikenga scratched his head with a sheepish grin. "I think I'll leave that to you," he replied.
