The Platinum Fortune Box pulsed once—then cracked open, its light spilling into the quiet courtyard of Dawn City.
Inside was not gold, not a weapon, not even an artifact. It was an egg.
The shell shimmered like molten obsidian veined with silver fire. Heat and cold radiated in pulses, the pressure of something ancient leaking through. The tooltip hovered above it:
[ Ancient Beast Egg – Origin Unverified ]
Sleeping. Ready to Hatch
Rhys blinked, chest still aching from his death timer's afterburn.
"...an egg?"
He rotated it in his hands. The shell seemed heavier than steel, yet it throbbed faintly, like a heartbeat. His [Tamer of Ancients] skill flared instinctively, probing for its nature. The result slammed his HUD in a wall of blue:
[ Egg of Ancient Storm Beast : Storm Ruler Hawk ]
Rhys nodded clamly.