The torrential rain poured down like endless waterfalls, dreng everythih the gray sky. Uhe thick curtain of rain, a woman with long silver hair, exuding an air of nobility and authority, walked slowly. In her arms was a newborn baby ed snugly in soft, warm fabric. Strangely enough, despite the heavy raiher of them was wet. A translut barrier, glowing faintly with a red hue, enveloped them, shielding them from the downpour

  The baby in her arms remained in a deep sleep, its small face serene, pletely unaware of the rain or the steady footsteps of the woman carrying it. The woma her gaze fixed ahead, unwavering. Each step she took was light but resolute, radiating an aura of untouchable majesty

  In the distahrough the rain and darkness, a massive castle loomed, standing tall against the bck sky. The castle possessed a beauty that was both grand and cold, built entirely of white stohat stood out uhe faint fshes of lightning streaking across the heavens. The sharp architectural lines of the structure evoked a sense of power and regal dominance

  The proached the castle’s grand gate. Before she could stop, the heavy doors swung open automatically, creaking deeply, as if weling its true master. She entered without hesitation, and immediately, two long rows of knights in silver armor, bearing a crest of ah feathered wings, k down. Their movements were synized, respectful, yet their voices carried an undercurrent of fear

  “Wele home, my dy!”

  The silver-haired woman did not spare them a gnce, maintaining her elegant and cold demeanor as she strode forward into the castle. The protective blood barrier surrounding her dissipated gently as she crossed the threshold

  Ihe castle, the light from massive crystal deliers above illumihe vast, imposing space. Servants in immacute uniforms quickly lined up along the path, bowing deeply, not daring to lift their gaze to meet hers

  An older woman, her face ki sharp-eyed, stepped forward from the line of servants. Bowing deeply before the silver-haired woman, she spoke with utmost respect

  “Wele home, my dy”

  The silver-haired woman gave a slight nod, her cold eyes briefly resting on the older woman

  "He, summon the girl I selected earlier to my chambers” she anded, her voice refined but pierg, leaving no room for disobedience

  “Yes, my dy. I will see to it immediately” He replied with a nod. But her gaze lingered on the baby in the dy’s arms, a mixture of curiosity and caution in her eyes

  “And the child...”

  The silver-haired woman cast a g the baby in her arms, her eyes momentarily ptive before she spoke

  “Cassius Eclipse. That is his reat him as you would treat me”

  Her words sent a wave of shock through those present. Their eyes betrayed their astonishment, but none dared to voice their thoughts. Only He, despite her apprehension, forced herself to ask

  “Eclipse... Will he be your son?”

  The silver-haired woman stopped iracks, her eyes fshing with icy sharpness

  “No. He is not my son. He never will be” Her voice, though quiet, carried immehority and a faint edge of anger, pellio bow her head even lower

  “Uood, my dy” He replied quickly, not daring to press further

  The woman resumed walking, carrying Cassius deeper into the castle. The expansive hallways, with their high ceilings adorned with a oil paintings and intricately carved white stone ns, seemed to stret endlessly. The light from the crystal deliers reflected off the polished marble floors, creating a space that was both dazzling and cold

  At st, she stopped before a grand door, its surfatricately engraved. The door opened slowly, revealing a spacious room that was simple yet elegant. Everything in the room ure white: the rge bed draped in soft silk sheets, the uated yet refined armchair, and the minimalist vanity table.

  In one er of the room stood a small crib, already lined with warm bs, as if everything had been prepared in advance.

  The womaly id Cassius down in the crib

  “Wake up” she said softly, her silver eyes gleaming with a strange light

  Cassius’s eyes gradually fluttered open

  “Wele, Cassius” she said, her tone now softer, almost tender

  “You’ve arrived at your home”

  The woman leaned down, pg her delicate hand on the baby’s cheek, her icy gaze softening ever so slightly

  “It’s been far too long"

  "I am your destiny”

  She pressed a slender finger gently to Cassius’s lips and whispered

  “I am Celeste et Eclipse”

  “Your ... Celestial”

  Cassius stared at her in i wonder, and, as if drawn to her, his tiny fingers reached out and grasped her finger, holding on tightly to the mysterious woman before him