Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 104: To Protect My Children, I Must Become One of Their Enemies.

Maddy stepped forward, her eyes glowing with a dark, protective fire.

"If I go out there as I am, with all of you, humanity won’t see a family. They won’t see children who love their mother. They’ll see an apocalypse in the making. And because they are afraid, they will never, ever stop coming. They won’t stop until our blood is on their swords and our home is a tomb."

Sephiran’s face fell, his grip on his bat tightening. A single, confused tear traced a path through the dust on his cheek.

"But Mother... We’re not bad. We aren’t an apocalypse. We just want to stay together... to love each other and build a big, happy family. Why is that a sin?"

"I know, sweetie. I know."

Maddy softened her voice, stepping forward to cup his face in her warm palms and wiping the tear away with her thumb.

"And that’s exactly why I’m going out alone first. With Presence Concealment and my Promethean Compatibility, I can wear their skin. I can walk among them, breathe their air, and speak their tongue. I need to gather intel. I need to map their cities, understand their laws, and count exactly how many ’Heroes’ are sharpening their swords for us."

Dyralfa stepped forward, her tail thumping against the floor in protest.

"Mother, wait! You’re going to leave us here? What if you are the one in danger? Let me come! I was born to be your Shield. I’ll tear down any city that even looks at you wrong!"

Maddy turned to her, her expression soft but unyielding.

"And that is precisely why you cannot come yet, Dyralfa. Not you, not any of you. When I created you, I followed my heart and my passion for creating a life... I didn’t care about ’standards’ or ’beauty.’ I made you exactly as you are because to me, you are perfect. You are my children, my life, and my pride."

She paused, her voice trembling with a rare, raw honesty.

"But to those humans, you are nightmares made flesh. If I take you with me now, they won’t see my beautiful children—they will see targets. And if I let them see you... I’m giving them the chance to hurt the only thing that makes me want to keep living."

Frovian, who had been silent up until that point, stepped forward with a calm, knowing gaze. His usually playful, sharp tone had turned into something much deeper, more measured.

"Mother... I know what you mean. You’re making the right call."

He paused for a moment, his amphibian eyes flicking between Maddy and her children before continuing, his quick wit and high intelligence evident in the way he processed the situation.

"Humans... they fear what they don’t understand. They see us as a threat—abominations, as you said because they cannot fathom the depth of our bond, the beauty of our family. They will never see us as we see ourselves, as you see us. A family in its truest form."

Frovian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice grew more calculating.

"And that’s why we need to be smart. We can’t allow them the chance to make us out as monsters, even if they already see us that way. If you go out there and show them you’re human too, that you can blend in, you’ll be able to gather information, find their weaknesses and their strengths without them even realizing you’re not one of them. You’ll have the advantage."

He crossed his arms, his usual smirk replaced by a rare, thoughtful expression.

"I know it’s hard to separate from us, especially after everything we’ve been through. But I agree with you, Mother. If we go out there now, with all of us as we are, they won’t hesitate to label us as monsters. And, unfortunately, that makes them... wanted to kill us."

He glanced over at Sephiran, who was still clenching his bat in frustration. Dyralfa looked like she was about to argue again, but Frovian’s calm, intelligent reasoning seemed to settle her. She huffed, but the anger in her tail’s twitching softened.

"We’ve always been strong, but the world doesn’t work on love alone. Mother is right. If she goes out there alone, she can maneuver through their ranks, learn how they think, and prepare us for what’s coming."

He turned back to Maddy, his voice softening just a touch.

"You’ve always taught us to survive, Mother. This is just another part of that survival."

Maddy looked at each of them, her heart swelling with pride and love. She could see their trust in her, even if they didn’t fully agree with her decision. Maddy looked at each of them, her heart swelling with pride and love. She could see their trust in her—even if they didn’t fully agree with her decision.

Then Arach, her eldest, took a step forward. He didn’t lower his gaze. Instead, he looked Maddy directly in the eye, his voice carrying a weight that made the others gasp.

"No... Mother, you are not right. You are wrong."

The air in the cavern seemed to freeze. Frovian and Dyralfa stared at their brother in shock, but Arach continued, his six eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Family should always be together... and you—"

His voice faltered for a fraction of a second.

"You’re trying to fool us. You’re pretending you’re okay with leaving us behind in this hole while you walk alone into the land of the enemy! I know you’re lying when you say you don’t want us to come."

He stepped closer, his massive shadow looming over her, yet his touch was as gentle as a breeze. A tear slipped from his eye, falling softly onto Maddy’s shoulder.

"I know you want to bring us. I know you want to stand in the middle of their cities and shout to them that we are your children—that you’re proud of every single one of us. But you can’t... and I know that hurts you more than anything ever could. Because you’re the kind of mother who wants to boast about her family to the whole world."

He steadied his breathing, his resolve sharpening until it was as keen as his claws.

"But... I understand. As your eldest, it’s my duty to carry the burden you cannot. I will prepare for this. I will take care of our home while you are gone."

His voice trembled, but he straightened his massive frame.

"I’ll make sure the caves remain a home... so that when you return, you’ll still have children worthy of you."

The cave was silent for a heartbeat, the weight of his words settling over them all. Maddy felt her throat tighten, pride and love almost choking her as she stepped forward, placing a hand gently on Arach’s shoulder.

"You... you’ve grown into a truly remarkable son. The eldest, the protector... I couldn’t have asked for better."

Sephiran and Dyralfa, inspired by Arach’s steadfastness, mirrored their eldest brother’s resolve. Even Frovian gave a small approving nod, his usual playful demeanor tempered with rare respect.