Rivertown: The Spin-Off (Part 32)

 

Me: As the last of the set of twins were born, barely even 24 hours of the birth, Ayame's belly begin to swell again with a renewed pregnancy, as it seems Oblivion's Whisper's curse has seemed to intensify and increased in power to bring forth more children in her

 

Ayame's weary eyes widened in disbelief as the cosmic rhythm of her body continued its relentless cadence. The ethereal glow that surrounded her remained as a testament to the eldritch forces at play, refusing to relinquish their grasp on her fate.

The swelling of her belly was not a respite but a harbinger of unyielding destiny. The curse, amplified by Oblivion's Whisper's malevolence, manifested in a ceaseless cycle. Ayame, caught in the relentless ebb and flow of supernatural energy, felt the weight of a burgeoning pregnancy even before the echoes of the last birth could fade.

The temple, once a sanctuary, now bore witness to the unending cosmic dance, as if the veil between worlds had grown thinner, allowing the eldritch forces to intertwine with the mortal realm more intimately.

The mysterious foxes, loyal companions to Ayame's solitude, exchanged knowing glances, their eyes reflecting a blend of empathy and concern. Outside, the forest creatures, guardians of the temple's secrets, stirred with an awareness that transcended the mundane.

Ayame's breaths quickened, not just from the exertion of childbirth but from the realization that she was bound to a cosmic cycle, an unbroken chain of births dictated by forces beyond her comprehension.

As the celestial glow persisted and the supernatural energies continued their dance, Ayame braced herself for another round of births, her body, a vessel for the whims of an eldritch curse that seemed insatiable in its quest to bring forth life in multiples. The temple, now a cosmic crucible, echoed with the anticipation of another extraordinary chapter in Ayame's otherworldly journey.