Without hesitation, Alex drove the dagger into the egg.
The sound of metal against the fragile shell echoed in the cavern.
The cockatrice king flinched, his golden eyes widening as he instinctively took a step forward.
For a moment, terror flickered across his face, fearing the worst.
But Alex had calculated his strike perfectly.
The dagger barely pierced the surface, leaving only a tiny crack that shimmered faintly in the dim light.
"Oh, that was risky," Alex muttered, half to himself, as he inspected the crack. Then he looked up at Murzok with a cold grin.
"But I think it gets the point across."
"Have you gone mad!" Murzok roared, his voice reverberating like a thunderclap.
His wings flared wide, making him seem even more imposing.
Alex's grin widened, his expression almost maniacal.
"Oh, I've been mad for a while now."
He paused, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light:
