Remembering The Past 3: The Birth Of An Insurmountable Being 2
Laden stood tall, his broad shoulders casting a protective shadow over his wife and newborn son. His heart swelled with pride as he gazed down at the small, delicate child in Aria's arms. The golden glow of the evening sun bathed the room in warmth, creating an ethereal atmosphere. His son's bright eyes shimmered, a mirror of his mother's beauty and depth, but there was a latent power in the child's gaze that seemed to stir the very air around them.
Aria, cradling their child gently, brushed her fingers along the baby's smooth cheek. Her touch was tender, filled with a profound love that ran deeper than any well of magic Laden had ever encountered. She smiled softly, her eyes never leaving her son's face. "Adams," she whispered, the name rolling off her tongue like a sacred incantation. "After my grandfather. His legacy was vast, his power legendary. This child, our child, will carry that name and perhaps, one day, carry his strength."