Chapter 153: Ciel and Ashel
In the heart of the moment, Zethus, with a father's affection, turned his gaze towards his youngest offspring. He tenderly lifted the tiny creature, his eyes mirroring its deep crimson, locked onto the silver sheen of the infant snake's body with a stark difference from its siblings.
There was a certain depth in his eyes that no one could predict.
"Ashel," Zethus declared, his voice heavy with meaning, "From this breath forward, you shall be known by this name." His fingers traced the glistening, delicate scales of the small serpent, as light as a feather's touch. "I hope you rise like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes, and grow stronger than ever before"
A soft squeal of contentment escaped the silver snake, its body quivering under the gentle caress of its father.
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