Duke Kelson coldly turned away with the amulet forged from fifty years of my lifespan, rushing to protect his new bride, Saintess Cecilia. He left me coughing blood in the dark workshop, unaware of the anomaly vibrating within my womb. Our unborn child was instinctively weaving a reverse life resonance, temporarily shielding me from his tracking contract. To ensure my baby wouldn't become his next disposable resource, I slashed my wrists over a forgotten teleportation array. Through blood sacrifice, I forcefully shattered his residual command, embracing the irreversible price of permanently losing those fifty years and facing severe physical decay. The magic hurled me into the hostile Nightshade Empire's freezing blizzards. With Kelson's hounds gathering at the border, I burned my remaining magic to shield his stolen heir, stepping blindly into the deadly snow.