Nolan turned to Lirazel, the weight of his own breath pressing tight against his ribs. "When will it happen?" he asked, voice dry, the question hanging in the heavy air of the dungeon like a blade poised to fall.
Lirazel didn't answer. Her lips parted slightly, her pupils dilated, and just as she opened her mouth to speak—
The first egg twitched.
It wasn't a normal twitch. It rippled.
A slow, eerie undulation spread across the surface of the shell like a wave over water.
"Huh?" Nolan exclaimed.
Deep within it, that same glistening membrane began to throb with a ghostly blue hue, soft at first, like moonlight through glass.
Then brighter. Brighter.
A glint of silver sparkled from within, flickering through the cracks like stars blinking into life.
Nolan's eyes widened. "What the—"
The egg shook again.
"I–uh…" Nolan muffled.
More violently.
A pulse of cold, wet mana flooded outward.
