The effects were instant.
The egg began to tremble as the chill of essence was sucked into it, the sign of life within becoming more and more defined.
Crack!
A tiny crack chipped at the top, but Seth didn't falter. He didn't halt — he kept the essence flow coming.
And its presence kept growing until, like a catalyst, it didn't even bother to draw on Seth's essence alone anymore.
The input wasn't enough. It began to draw from the atmosphere.
The surroundings of the egg dimmed as, like a black hole, it drew in every sliver of essence.
At this point Seth wasn't even in control anymore, his lips curving to a frown as he felt the egg begin to draw on his essence with zero moderation.
It was stuck to his hand, feeding on his essence without his input. Naturally, this was worrying.
He didn't want to suffer from essence exhaustion if he didn't have to.
And fortunately he didn't. Just when his essence was entering a dangerous single-digit range, the egg suddenly stopped.
