Yamahara: Bloodline Inheritor

Uwaa!

The cries of a baby resounded in the topmost floor within a Decodus Tree as Yarsha Zahara felt extremely exhausted. She was skin and bark, lacking any flesh and blood for herself, barely able to maintain herself through the sheer potency of her Mystic Grade Prana.

Three-plus years of pregnancy wore her down to the extreme, leaving her in a deprived state. But despite everything, she was happy, staring at the blood-covered baby of hers that was crying healthily.

"We've…succeeded!" Brangara shed tears in joy upon sensing the tremendous presence released by the baby, "And living, breathing Minor Treasure that could grow. That's our son, Ya…"

"Don't give me a name." The cries of the baby stopped as his mouth moved, letting out a string of words in his baby voice.

"Eh?" Brangara was stunned by the words as he stared at his son incredulously, "You can…talk?"