Two months later, on a quiet spring morning, Myrelion returned home early from a short solo quest. He was covered in light dust, a single cut across his cheek from a blade trap, but otherwise fine.
He opened the front door to the scent of herbal tea—and Lira standing in the hall, nervously clutching a small vial.
"Myrelion… I need to tell you something," she said, her voice soft, trembling.
He stepped forward, sensing the weight of her emotions. "What's wrong?"
Lira held the vial out to him. It shimmered with a pale pink glow.
"The priestess from the Moonlit Grove gave me this... It reacts when a woman is pregnant."
His eyes widened. "You're…"
She nodded, tears in her eyes, smiling shyly. "I'm pregnant. With your child."
For a moment, Myrelion said nothing.
Then he pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head, holding her as if the world had become too precious to ever let go.
"I never thought I'd be allowed to have this," he whispered. "A family. A future."
"And now you do," she replied, pressing a hand to her belly. "We do."
Their daughters babbled from their crib in the next room, unaware of the future already growing in the warmth of their home.
Myrelion, the shadow who once only knew vengeance, now stood in the light of something greater—fatherhood renewed.