The dark, cold walls of the crypt seemed to close in on me as I picked up the black egg, its surface cold against my palms. The moment I held it, a surge of energy pulsed through my body, making my heart race. This wasn't just any egg—it was something more, something powerful, and something that sent shivers down my spine. The connection with Greed, the eccentric sword I was bound to, suddenly intensified, like a string pulled taut between us.
I felt Greed's presence in my mind, a constant whisper that I had grown used to over time, but now there was something different. He was silent, uncharacteristically so. Maybe he was embarrassed—after all, he had ranted about some madman drawing the runes on this egg, and it turned out the madman was with me all along. I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. The sword that boasted about its superiority over everything else was apparently responsible for this dark, ominous artifact or egg I now held in my hands.
