Alex tilted his head back and downed the yolk in one go, ignoring the slimy texture as it slid down his throat:
'Consume everything,' he said to himself inwardly.
'Leave nothing left.'
He slurped at the egg with an intensity that could only be described as desperate.
It wasn't elegant.
It was primal like a starved beast finally finding sustenance.
He was gulping it down as if his very survival depended on it, and to some extent, it did.
The taste was unlike anything he'd ever experienced—rich, invigorating, and oddly satisfying.
The yolk coated his mouth with warmth, and the whites, though slimy, left a tingling sensation that coursed through his body. It felt as though every sip was pumping raw energy into his veins.
His senses sharpened, his muscles tightened, and his mind became razor-focused.
Then, it happened.
Ding!
A familiar notification echoed in his mind, and Alex froze momentarily.
