The Milk Sea froze.
Every wave, every spray of milk, every shriek of womb and cunt—all went silent when the egg cracked.
It hung in the air above the battlefield, dripping with both white seed and black poison, throbbing like a swollen womb about to burst. Veins of milk pulsed across its surface, while shadows coiled and writhed like snakes beneath its shell. Each heartbeat shook the world, forcing Firstborn to arch their backs, their pussies squirting in helpless rhythm to the unborn moan.
—CRRRRACK—
A jagged fissure split down the center, and milk sprayed outward in a fountain that fell on kneeling Firstborn. They gasped, their bellies swelling, their cunts twitching as if the egg had already claimed them.
—CRRRACK-BOOOM—
The shell ripped apart.
And what came forth was not a child.
It was a Womb.
