As the group continued discussing the strange orb, Ashiro's attention remained locked on it. The pulsating patterns within the orb seemed hypnotic, and the faint glow it emitted tugged at something deep within him. Then, without warning, the cold, familiar voice of the Nexomorph echoed in his mind.
"That orb you're staring at is bad news for all humans."
Ashiro stiffened in his seat, his fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the table. The calm, collected exterior he usually maintained faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he responded internally.
"What do you mean? Why is it bad news?"
The Nexomorph's voice took on an unusually grim tone. "That thing… I can sense it. It's like me—another lifeform. But this one… it's far more ominous, far more sinister. Its presence creeps through the air like a death knell. If you humans have even a shred of sense, you'd destroy it now."
