His mind struggled to process what he was seeing.
'What is happening with the egg?' he thought.
The glow coming from the egg wasn't bright enough to light up the room, yet it was strangely captivating.
The yellow lines pulsed faintly, almost like tiny streams of energy flowing beneath the shell.
Each pulse felt strangely rhythmic, like they had life of their own.
Noah instinctively tightened his grip around the egg, his brows furrowing as unease crept into his expression.
A part of him suddenly wanted to drop it immediately.
His instincts were screaming at him that something strange was happening.
Something potentially dangerous.
Yet despite that urge…
His hands didn't move.
For some reason, he found it incredibly difficult to let go.
His gaze remained locked onto the glowing pattern.
The yellow lines seemed almost mesmerizing.
The way they slowly branched outward…
The way they pulsed softly against the dark surface…
Something about it felt strangely hypnotic.
