The egg rested in my hands, cool and unyielding, its surface as black as the void. I began by attempting to infuse it with the natural mana floating in the air around me, a simple test to see how it would respond. But nothing happened. The egg remained inert, as if unsatisfied, craving something more potent, something different. I could feel it—this egg wasn't going to accept just any energy. It demanded more.
My thoughts drifted to my arcane energy, the very essence of my power. I knew that using it would likely provoke a reaction, but I hesitated. The egg intrigued me, and I wanted to understand its nature before giving in to its demands. Experimentation was the key to understanding, and I was determined to uncover the egg's secrets.
