"May I see it?"
"Egh? Sure . . ." Rain retrieved the egg from his inventory, surprised to find it warm to the touch and faintly throbbing, as if it might hatch soon.
But he knew it might still take time. There had been false alarms before — moments when he thought the egg was ready to hatch, only for the anticipation to fade.
Even now, as it pulsed with a faint warmth, the promise of new life remained just out of reach, teasing him with its mystery.
"I've had this egg for a while now," Rain said, attempting to lighten the mood. "It keeps telling me it'll hatch soon, but at this rate, I'm starting to think 'soon' might mean a year from now." He chuckled, trying to make a joke out of it.
But Eve wasn't laughing. Her expression remained serious as she carefully took the egg into her hands, her gaze intent and focused.
