Ancestral Lineage - Chapter 468

Capítulo 468: The Moment the Unshakable Shook: Emperor in Full Panic Mode!

Ethan felt the air change before the words even reached him.

A muffled voice, Harley’s voice, rolled through the barrier again. Not strained. Not desperate.

Focused.

Steady.

Like she was gripping the reins of reality and pulling.

Inside the room, there was a sudden chorus of movement: Clara directing, Asteria chanting a calming spell, Elaine’s gentle encouragement, Pisces humming something melodic that set the whole corridor thrumming.

The guys all straightened at once, spines snapping upright like they’d been yanked by invisible hooks.

Ethan’s pulse tripled.

The doors slammed open.

This time, no one yelled at him.

“Ethan!” Clara called, hair a little messy, eyes sharp. “It’s time!”

Every vein in Ethan’s body immediately decided to reroute into full panic mode. He dashed forward, almost tripped again, but psychic-stabilized mid–air… then stumbled into the room with all the grace of a baby giraffe learning to walk.

The maternity room had transformed.

Warm lights.

Magic-infused humidity.

A swirl of soft energies, alchemy, healing, creation, woven into a protective cocoon around the bed.

And there she was.

Harley.

Breathing deep, sweat on her brow, face flushed… but steady. Determined. Beautiful in that fierce, untouchable way that made Ethan’s heart twist.

His wives ringed her like sacred guardians, Asteria channeling calm into the room, Vaeloria keeping her hand clasped with Harley’s, Andriel maintaining the warding runes, Lisa dabbing Harley’s forehead, Clara guiding every contraction with medical expertise that could shame ancient healers.

Harley lifted her gaze. She caught Ethan’s eyes.

“Ethan,” she whispered, voice trembling but sure. “Come here.”

He rushed to her side.

Behind him, the husbands crowded the doorway, peeking like children who’d found a forbidden portal. Zark stood behind all of them with a grim, nostalgic face, half pride, half memory of his own fainting incident.

Ethan took Harley’s hand. She squeezed.

Hard.

Reality stung.

“Baby… baby… slow down… your strength…”

“Shut up and breathe with me,” she ground out, squeezing harder.

Ethan breathed. Or tried. Mostly whimpered.

Clara clapped once. A spark of magic flicked across the ceiling. “Alright! Harley, you’re crowning! The first baby’s coming!”

The guys gasped in unison.

Reginald fainted sideways.

Jerry caught him like a sack of potatoes.

Galeno muttered, “Disgusting miracle…”

Maverick whispered, “I’m gonna be sick.”

Stygian whispered, “I’m gonna film…”

Trevor slapped the phone out of his hand.

Regnare was already filming but pretended he wasn’t.

Ethan’s attention tunneled into a single point: Harley’s face and the shifting magic around her belly.

Harley bore down.

The room changed again.

The air grew heavy.

Divine.

Potent.

A glow rose around her stomach, warm, white-gold light like the first dawn of creation. Harley gasped, back arching, fingers crushing Ethan’s hand.

Clara’s voice sharpened. “Here comes the head, steady… steady…”

A soft cry echoed.

Small.

New.

Ancient in its purity.

Ethan’s breath hitched. His heart stuttered. Everything in him softened.

Clara smiled widely. “First baby’s out!”

There, in her hands, wrapped in flickers of golden warmth.

A tiny girl.

Hair soft like starlight.

Ears faintly pointed, a trait inherited from one of the parents’ races.

Dark skin glowing with a hint of Harley’s divine energy and beautiful blue scales adorning her face and neck.

The baby’s eyes fluttered open.

Green.

Bright.

Sharp.

She looked directly at Ethan.

Ethan’s knees nearly gave out.

He leaned toward Harley, forehead touching hers, voice shaking. “You did it… You did it, my love.”

Harley weakly smirked. “Not done… twins, remember…?”

Ethan went pale.

Clara snapped, “Everyone, get ready! Next contraction… he’s coming fast!”

The room turned into an organized storm. Asteria held the spell matrix steady. Pisces sang a low, soothing resonance that made Harley’s breathing sync like clockwork. Vaeloria channeled a stabilizing aura into Harley’s spine. Elaine and Carmen assisted Clara, their magic threads weaving into one luminous pattern.

Harley clenched Ethan’s hand again.

“This one…” she grit out, “feels stronger…”

Ethan leaned closer. “Harley, I’m right here. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

The pressure in the air deepened.

Richer.

Heavier.

Almost cosmic.

It startled the healers.

Asteria whispered, “The second child’s affinity… It’s unusual.”

The glow around Harley shifted from gold… to violet-blue… crackling softly like quiet thunder.

Clara’s eyes widened. “He’s coming!”

Another push.

Another cry.

Another miracle.

This second baby emerged wrapped in shimmering violet light, faint pulses of energy radiating from her tiny fists like soft shockwaves. Small horns adorned his forehead, speaking of his lineage.

Clara’s voice cracked. “Second baby’s here!”

Ethan sucked in a breath.

This one looked almost ethereal.

Hair deep red.

Skin faintly luminescent.

Little sparks flickered around him like harmless fireflies.

And when he opened his eyes.

Deep gold.

As bright as the sun.

Old.

New.

Powerful.

Ethan froze.

His baby.

His son.

Twin miracles delivered into his trembling hands.

He sank onto the chair, shaking, as Clara placed both infants into his arms. Harley collapsed back, exhausted but smiling with quiet triumph.

Ethan whispered, voice trembling uncontrollably, “My children… my amazing children…”

Harley whispered, “They’re ours…”

The twins looked at him.

One with deep green eyes.

One with deep golden eyes.

Ethan felt something crack open in his chest.

Love.

Terrifying.

Overwhelming.

A tidal wave that felt like it could rewrite galaxies.

Behind them, the husbands cried openly.

Lamair sniffed. “I’m not crying… it’s allergies…”

Trevor sobbed louder. “We’re in a hospital, there’s no pollen!”

Maverick blew his nose with a towel. “They’re so tiny…”

Stygian hugged Apole, both weeping messes.

Galeno turned away dramatically. “I refuse to participate in this weakness.”

Regnare recorded the whole thing.

Obviously.

Zark stood with a proud, soft smile, the rare type that made Ethan’s throat tighten.

Harley lifted a shaky hand toward her babies.

Ethan leaned her closer.

They kissed their foreheads… and the room filled with gentle light.

Two new stars were born that day.

Not in the sky.

But in the arms of their emperor and empress.

And the empire outside would feel their arrival soon enough.

Regnare had been recording quietly at first, just a proud son documenting a family moment.

But the moment the first twin cried out, something in him clicked.

A switch flipped.

A demon of content creation awakened.

He shifted angles like a professional cinematographer, zoomed in smoothly, adjusted exposure, and, without an ounce of shame, tapped the “Go Live” button.

The screen exploded instantly.

[LIVE – 482,000 VIEWERS]

@LadyFlameheart: IS THAT THE EMPEROR CRYING? AHAHAHAHA

@Stormbringer89: BRO IS SOBBING LIKE A WATERFALL WHO CAN BLAME HIM

@CelestialChef: THE BABIES ARE SO CUTE IM DYINGGGGG

@WifeNo.33: I CALL DIBS AS THEIR FUTURE AUNTY

@DrakeSlayer: WHY IS TREVOR CRYING HARDER THAN THE NEWBORNS

@MythicGazer: SOMEONE HUG GALENO HE’S TRYING SO HARD TO LOOK COOL

@ArchivistSoul: THE SECOND BABY IS CRACKLING WITH COSMIC ENERGY… HELLO????

Regnare cackled under his breath like a villain from a late–night drama. He zoomed directly into Ethan’s tear-streaked face.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Regnare whispered dramatically, “this is the mighty Emperor Kael’Dri. He has been defeated. The babies won.”

Ethan, who was too overwhelmed to sense the betrayal, just sniffled and whispered to the twins, “You’re perfect… you’re both perfect…”

The live chat combusted.

@EmpressFan96: SIR PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS SOFTNESS

@ScholarOfDust: THE EMPEROR IS OFFICIALLY A TWIN DAD IM MELTING

@HolySaintess_Mira: THAT LITTLE ONE’S AURA… DID A NEW STAR JUST GET BORN???

@ReubenTheRuneSmith: BRO THAT GOLDEN BABY GONNA SLAP GODS ONE DAY I CAN FEEL IT

@NoseyNana: SOMEBODY CHECK ON REGINALD. HE JUST FAINTED AGAIN

Reginald actually had fainted again.

Jerry waved from the side, lifting Reginald’s drooping body into the frame like a trophy. “He’s fine! Probably!”

The chat doubled.

[LIVE – 1.2 MILLION VIEWERS]

Regnare switched angles to capture Harley, glowing faintly with the remnants of cosmic energy, smiling tiredly at her babies.

@QueenHarleyFan: SHE LOOKS LIKE A DIVINE GODDESS EVEN AFTER CHILDBIRTH WHAT

@BirthMage: THE CREATION ENERGY IN THIS ROOM IS INSANE

@MonsterInLaw: SOMEBODY GET THIS WOMAN A MEDAL AND A SPA WEEK

Then Regnare made the mistake, the glorious mistake, of zooming back in on Ethan, who was now gently rocking both twins, humming the softest lullaby in existence.

His voice was shaky.

Barely audible.

But full of a love that could break planets in half.

The chat erupted in an emotional meltdown.

@CryLordChicken: HE’S SINGING IM GONE

@ShipKaelHarl: THIS FAMILY IS TOO POWERFUL. MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE IT

@ChaosLover420: THE BABIES LOOK LIKE MINI CELESTIALS. DID WE JUST GET TWO FUTURE RULERS???

@RandomNPC: This is better than every romance drama I’ve ever watched, please don’t end the stream

Regnare stepped backwards, raising the phone to get a full group shot, the fainted, the crying, the trembling, the glowing, the exhausted, the ecstatic.

A chaotic tapestry of love, family, and way too much emotional energy for one room.

The counter hit 2.7 million.

Then…

Ethan’s eyes flicked toward Regnare, finally sensing the cosmic betrayal.

Regnare froze.

The phone shook.

The viewers collectively trembled like insects before a giant boot.

Ethan’s voice dropped into that unnervingly calm dad-tone.

“…Regnare.”

The live chat went feral.

@WeAreDead: RUN BOY RUN

@MilitaryGeneral: SOLDIER RETREAT RETREAT

@LaughingPhoenix: HAHAHAHAHA REGNARE YOU’RE DONE

@OracleOfOmen: THE EMPEROR HAS ENTERED “TEACH HIM A LESSON” MODE

Regnare bolted.

Like… full sprint.

Out the door.

Down the corridor.

Past nurses, guards, and a magically projected “Congratulations!” banner.

The camera bobbed wildly as he ran, the chat going absolutely berserk.

And behind him…

Ethan’s calm voice echoed:

“REGNARE. DELETE. THE. LIVE.”

Regnare wheezed dramatically into the mic. “NEVERRRR! CONTENT MUST BE FREEEEEE!!!”

The feed abruptly cut as Ethan teleported.

Somewhere in the hospital, a scream of pure teenage terror echoed.

The chat lost its collective mind.

And in the maternity room, Harley held her babies close, listening to the chaos outside with the longest, softest, most suffering sigh of motherhood known to any plane of existence.

Two new lives had been born.

And the world, every world, would remember this day.

Not just because of destiny.

But because Regnare streamed it in HD from three different angles.

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