Back in the Wasteland, Sakura shifted restlessly, her tail swishing back and forth as she observed the pulsing cocoon. "I've never seen anything like this before," she murmured, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Whatever's happening to him, it's beyond anything I know."
Matilda nodded, folding her arms thoughtfully. "The way he fought Steele - it was like nothing I've ever witnessed. And this..." She gestured at the cocoon. "This is just as strange. I can't even begin to guess what it means."
Sakura's ears perked up, her enhanced senses picking up the faintest of movements within the glowing shell.
Carefully, she leaned in, narrowing her eyes as she peered through the semi-translucent surface. "He's... turning his head," she breathed, a hint of wonder in her voice.
Matilda stepped closer, her own gaze fixed on the cocoon. "Is he awake?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
