Chapter 254: Birth Pangs

Chapter 254: Birth Pangs

Push... Push..." The frantic cries of Zunto, a Deri Legu midwife, echoed through the room as she rushed in. But the sight before her wasn't what she expected. Instead of chaos and agony, Tessa sat serenely, reclining on a chair with her massive baby bump. Surrounding her were other midwives, all frozen in confusion, their hands idle and their faces painted with uncertainty.

The clueless and confused midwife named Zunto was feeling slightly embarrassed as she drew the gazes of everyone in the room.

"I thought, when she had the birth pangs, she would be in labor now, why is everything suddenly so calm..." She said, scratching the back of her head.

"What's going on here?" Zunto demanded further, her voice laced with both frustration and bewilderment. She expected a bustling scene, perhaps the chaotic energy of labor. Instead, she was met with eerie calm.

"We... we don't know," one of the midwives stammered. "She's clearly in labor, but she's not reacting like any normal mother would. She doesn't even seem fazed by the pain."

Zunto frowned, stepping closer to the group. Tessa, glowing with an almost divine aura, sat upright with a wry smile playing on her lips. The way she carried herself, one would never guess she was moments away from giving birth to twins.

With a deep breath, Zunto pushed through the crowd and approached Tessa, her voice faltering. "Do you... do you need any help, my goddess?"

Tessa looked at her kindly, as though Zunto's presence was an amusing distraction. "No," she replied with a calmness that bordered on unnerving. "The babies are preparing to leave my womb, but they're hesitant. They tell me they would rather stay longer after seeing the world through my eyes. They think it's... chaotic."

The room fell into stunned silence. Zunto's jaw slackened, and the weight of Tessa's words hit her like a tidal wave. "The babies... are speaking to you? Through your mind? They... they see the world?" she stammered, each word carrying disbelief.

Tessa chuckled softly, her laughter like the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind. "Indeed. They're reluctant to face the chaos outside. It seems they find the womb a far more appealing place to stay."

Zunto staggered back slightly, her legs suddenly weak. "This... this is beyond anything I've ever seen," she muttered, her hands trembling. The other midwives exchanged glances, their expressions mirroring her disbelief.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with apprehension and awe. Tessa, however, remained unfazed. She seemed to be communicating with the twins through some unspoken connection, her eyes distant as her expressions shifted subtly. At times, her brow furrowed as though admonishing them, and at other times, her lips curved into a smile that radiated warmth and reassurance.

"What kind of children are these?" Zunto whispered to no one in particular. "The mother is a goddess, but these babies... they're something else entirely."

The midwives shuffled nervously, unsure of their purpose. No one dared approach Tessa further. After all, what could they do? The usual protocols of childbirth seemed woefully inadequate in the presence of such an extraordinary being.

The mother was literally a goddess, but with the look of things, the babies are even going to turn out to be beyond explanation.

So Tessa remained like that in a relaxed mood despite her huge baby bump, the only thing that showed that she was very much fine was her changing facial expression. She seemed to be enjoying her conversation with her babies through her mind.

The Deri legu midwives Were terrified, but, they still seemed not to be able to move. For one, they didn't know when the baby release will happen for two, it's not like their lives were in danger, the situation was just unusual.

Minutes turned into hours, yet the tension in the room remained palpable. The midwives hovered, torn between their duty to assist and their fear of interfering with what seemed like a divine process.

Suddenly, Tessa let out a soft sigh, breaking the silence. "They're ready now," she said, her tone casual, as if she were discussing an everyday matter.

Zunto froze. "R-ready? As in, now?"

Tessa nodded, a serene smile on her face. The air in the room seemed to shift, growing heavy with an indescribable energy. The midwives braced themselves, knowing that what they were about to witness would be nothing short of miraculous.

As the moment of birth drew closer, Tessa's body radiated a warm, ethereal glow, filling the room with a soothing light that seemed to defy the chaos of childbirth. The midwives, mesmerized and paralyzed, could do nothing but watch in awe. The glow wasn't just light—it was life itself, a tangible energy that hummed softly in the air, setting their hearts racing with a mixture of reverence and fear.

Tessa reclined further, extending her legs gracefully, preparing to welcome her twins into the world. The midwives instinctively moved to her side, expecting to guide the process as they had countless times before. But this was no ordinary birth. What unfolded before their eyes was a scene they would never forget, one that would haunt their dreams and etch itself into their minds forever.

Instead of the expected emergence of a baby's head or feet, the first child did something that defied all natural laws. A small hand, impossibly steady, reached out from Tessa's womb, parting the way with a deliberate motion. The baby emerged on his own, his tiny body slick with blood but moving with a confidence that belied his newborn status. Moments later, his sibling followed in the same manner, both settling into a seated position on the floor. Their tiny forms, covered in the remnants of birth, glistened under the supernatural light emanating from their mother.

The room fell into a suffocating silence. The Deri-Legu midwives, their faces pale and their eyes wide with disbelief, stood frozen like statues. It was as though they had stumbled into a scene from a surreal horror tale. No one dared to breathe too loudly, their minds racing with the sheer impossibility of what they had just witnessed.

The first baby, with movements far too coordinated for a newborn, reached for a pair of scissors lying on a nearby tray. He gripped them firmly in his tiny hand, cutting his own umbilical cord with precision before turning to his brother and doing the same. Once the task was complete, they both looked up at their mother, their toothless mouths curling into the most endearing, innocent smiles. Their expressions, a stark contrast to the eerie sequence of events, carried a warmth that seemed to reassure the room.