The light that had filled the hidden chamber slowly began to fade, dissolving into the quiet darkness that once defined the place. What had been a moment of transformation now settled into stillness, as if the chamber itself acknowledged that something significant had just occurred.
Aether stood unmoving for a brief moment, his hand still slightly raised from where the egg had once rested. However, the egg no longer existed. Its shell had dissolved into particles of light, fading completely as though it had never been there in the first place.
But something had replaced it.
Floating gently beside his shoulder was a small figure, no larger than his hand. Its presence was subtle, almost easy to overlook at first glance, yet impossible to ignore once felt.
