After a brief pause, the realization hit me sharply.
âThe childâs breathing is barely noticeable.
It might be because Iâve overused the witch power.
My body is still weak from that and the early delivery, affecting her too.
â
Ivy nodded, his expression serious.
âWhatâs our plan now?â
Silence fell between us.
I had never faced such a dilemma.
I was at a loss.
Holding the child, I felt her life force waning, and it felt as though a knife twisted in my heart.
I attempted to channel the witch power into the child again.
When that didnât work, I tried feeding her milk and used every method I knew to save her.
âWaahâ¦â The childâs cry was faint, like a mosquitoâs whine.
Suddenly, it stopped.
âNo!â The scream tore from my lips as despair overtook me.
But no matter how hard I tried, it was all in vain.
The childâs breathing was so weak, it was almost nonexistent.
Another attempt to transfer witch power failed, and I watched her body temperature begin to drop.
Could this be death?
I stood there, frozen, tears cascading down my cheeks.
I couldnât accept this grim reality.
She was so tiny, barely a day old, never having had the chance to truly see the world or meet her father.
Ivyâs voice broke as she asked, âIsnât there anything else we can try?â
My body shook uncontrollably.
I didnât answer but focused intensely, trying to push the witch power into the child.
Seeing my desperation, Ivy warned, âHoney, donât be reckless.
Using more witch power is useless and will only exhaust you further.
Letâs think of something else, okay?â
But the thought of the child slipping away made me ignore her pleas.
I poured all my remaining witch power into trying to heal her.
âWhy isnât it working?â I murmured, barely keeping conscious, managing a weak smile.
âDidnât Caleb recover because of my witch power before? Right now, Iâm the only one here who can save her.
â
Ivy shouted, âHoney, stop! Youâve already exhausted so much power sealing the rift.
If you keep this up, youâll die!â
Tears rolled down my face as I broke down.
âBut how can you expect me to just watch my child die? Ivy, I canât do that! Even if it costs me my life, I need to be with our child!â
Ivy fell silent, subdued by my determination.