Moonlight refracted rainbow halos across Laine's prosthetic eye as he tapped the incubation pod with Wolf Mother pubis-modified fingers. Twin embryos gnawed each other's umbilical cords in azure amniotic fluid—730th replication experiment, final chance to rectify errors.
"Learn to share, brats." He raised Alyssa's infant skull specimen, freezing clones in nutrient broth. Three-century-old bronze fans droned overhead, churning preservative stench into viscous swirls. His wolf fang brand oozed azure sludge—bite mark from the first Silver Wolf High Priestess.
Memory flashed to Volume One Chapter 30: Rain-lashed sacrificial rite. Laine's biomechanical legs sinking in mud as Kane's embryo was stitched into wolf king's corpse. Infant Alyssa bit through bronze chains with neonatal teeth instead of becoming vessel.
"Creator's one shitty gig." Fetal waste stench still haunted his sinuses. Holograms blared alarms—Subject 73001's brainwaves syncing with tricentennial Alyssa. The fetus chewing Thorned Matrimony turned, smirking Kane's signature sneer.
Moonlight shifted onto Wolf Mother's altar as crimson smog backflowed through vents. Laine's prosthetic arm breached temporal ripples, seizing Alyssa mid-Sacred Blade activation from Chapter 23: "Think you'll escape my birth canal? Whelp."
Alyssa's hair coiled around his vocal synth, micro-sarcophagus tattoos activating: "Old fool, your lullaby's obsolete." Blade energy refracted through chrono-fissures, superimposing ancient labs over mechanical wombs—
They witnessed Kane's embryo devouring wolf hearts while adult Kane mauled her clones. Wolf Mother's vertebrae erupted, nailing the temporal junction beneath confessionals.
"Fine use of forceps." Laine's legs liquefied into amniotic seepage. Alyssa grasped broken umbilical cords during spacetime quakes—engraved with micro-logs from the very chain her infant self shattered.
Moonlight shattered into vitreous memory shards. Laine's projection rejuvenated thirty years—freshly crowned Kane family Chief Scientist, clutching her mother's ovary specimen: "Vessels should know their place, darling."
Alyssa's veins retracted into her heart, crystallizing bite-marked bronze keys. She heard her tricentennial self wailing in pods while present-day Kane tore through mechanical wombs—
Howling harmonics peaked. Laine's ocular prosthetics detonated as Wolf Mother's altar exuded mnemonic amniotic fluid. Alyssa watched her infant clone crawl out, stabbing Laine's hologram with half a Blood Matrimony.
As moonlight died, the severed cord tautened. Tricentennial fans ceased spinning. Blade energy reversed flow.
Uterine contractions boomed beneath labs—something trying to rebirth spacetime itself.