Jonah sat on the platform. His body was shaking from how completely tired he was. He had poured every single bit of his energy, his focus, and his soul into this one, single act of creation. It had taken everything he had.
In front of him, floating silently above the raised platform, was the result. It looked like a flawless, dark orb. It was not a cocoon. It was a singularity. A point of impossible power, carrying a new, cosmic life within it.
The team could only watch.
Draven, who had fought armies and monsters, couldn't help but take a step back. "What is that thing?" he whispered.
"It's the egg," Vanessa whispered, her eyes wide as she stared at the impossible, floating object. "But it's... it's completely stable. The energy readings are a flat line. It's like it's not even there."
Her words seemed to be a trigger. They seemed to activate it. A small point of light appeared on the surface of the black sphere.
