Chapter 86: Miracle Baby

Early in the morning, the pantheons were awakened by the faint sound of a child crying. The unfamiliar voice echoed through the halls, causing each of them to slowly rise from their rest and search for the source.

"A baby?"

"Whose baby is this?"

They followed the sound until they eventually found a small child resting alone. Instinctively, all of them looked toward Trias, since she was the only woman among the pantheons.

"What? Why are you all looking at me? It’s not my child!"

Trias quickly denied it, but her expression betrayed her almost immediately. Among all the pantheons, she was clearly the most overjoyed to see a child, and she quickly walked over before gently picking the baby up into her arms.

"Who’s is this?"

Before anyone could answer, the entire building suddenly shook. A deep and overwhelming presence descended upon the pantheons, accompanied by a voice that seemed to come from every direction at once.

"Pantheons, take care of this child."

The voice of Liam echoed through the halls, carrying an authority that none of them could mistake. It was not merely a request, but a divine decree from the being who had created their very existence.

"This child possesses a potential unlike anything you have encountered before. Raise her, guide her, and allow her potential to unfold."

"A child of God?" Moleius muttered, his eyes widening with curiosity.

The baby reached out with her tiny hands and grabbed Trias’s face. Trias immediately froze before gently holding the child’s hand, her expression softening as she looked into her eyes.

"So cute..." Calean said nonchalantly, though his eyes remained fixed on the child.

Catalyst remained silent for a moment, staring at the baby as an old memory surfaced in his mind. He remembered the fishman who had raised him when he was young, the one who had cared for him despite having no reason to do so.

"I remember the time I was raised by my father."

The others looked toward Catalyst, but he quickly returned his attention to the child. For a moment, the powerful Dragon King seemed almost nostalgic.

"What is this child’s name?"

Trias looked around the group, waiting for someone to answer. When nobody spoke, she tilted her head slightly before coming to a conclusion.

"Then I think the Entity wants us to name her ourselves."

Calean immediately raised his hand. "How about we name her Human Tiny?"

Catalyst slowly turned toward him with a dumbfounded expression.

"You can’t just name someone that. I would prefer Young Human."

Trias stared at both of them for a moment before shaking her head.

"Both names are ugly. How about we ask Moleius instead? Perhaps there is some fancy word in all those books inside your library."

Moleius adjusted his robe as he thought for a moment. He had spent countless years studying ancient languages, forgotten civilizations, and the meanings behind names on the mysterious books that he connected it to be Liam’s, so choosing a name for a child was not something he wanted to take lightly.

"Well, I do have a name in mind."

The others turned toward him.

"Let’s call her Scintilla Eazi."

Moleius gently looked toward the child before explaining the meaning behind the name.

"Scintilla means a tiny spark or trace of something. Eazi, in an ancient language, refers to one who carries that spark forward. Together, it can be understood as ’the small spark that carries the beginning of something greater.’"

"Scintilla Eazi..."

Trias repeated the name softly, looking down at the child in her arms. A warm smile appeared on her face as she gently embraced her.

"What a beautiful name."

Trias then looked directly into Scintilla’s eyes. There was something strange about the child that she had not noticed at first.

"She looks like an elf and a demon at the same time, but she is so pure that I barely noticed it."

Calean stepped closer and carefully observed the child. His expression slowly changed as he sensed something unusual within her.

"She has a faint energy belonging to demons. I think she might be partially demonic, but that shouldn’t be possible."

Olium also focused his attention on Scintilla, sensing the same strange phenomenon from another side.

"And she has a faint energy of an elf as well."

The pantheons fell silent as they looked at the child in Trias’s arms. None of them had ever witnessed something like this before.

A miracle baby.

The thought appeared in all of their minds at the same time.

The pantheons decided that Trias was the most suitable person to take care of the baby, and Trias, of course, wasn’t against the idea. In fact, she was more than happy to accept the responsibility of raising Scintilla.

She quickly redesigned her room to make it more kid-friendly and suitable for the development of a child. The dark and gloomy icy place she once lived in was transformed into a peaceful plain filled with green scenery, soft grass, and a beautiful blue sky.

For the next few days, something strange began happening to Trias’s body. Her breasts gradually enlarged like those of a mother, and her body even began producing milk naturally.

At first, Trias was confused by the sudden changes, but she soon realized what they meant. As she held Scintilla gently in her arms, she looked toward the vast blue sky while the wind passed through the green plains.

"I have become a mom."

A gentle smile appeared on her face as she looked down at Scintilla. For the first time in her existence as a pantheon, Trias felt that she had finally gained something she had always wished for.

And of course, the other pantheons also took turns taking care of Scintilla. Olium would often play with her, carrying her into the sky and flying around while Scintilla happily enjoyed the view.

Moleius would sometimes place her on his desk while he worked, allowing her to watch him as he studied his books. Odir would carry her in his arms while plowing the crops, while Calean and Catalyst would also take turns carrying her whenever they had the chance.

It seemed that Scintilla’s existence had brought a strange change to the entire place. The once quiet and lonely home of the pantheons now felt much livelier, as the presence of a child seemed to brighten everything around them.