Even as the evening skies of Xion illuminated with mysterious patterns of colors, a huge wind ripper gracefully flapped its metallic wings, reflecting the beauty of the colors.
Sitting atop this bird, Liam was dazedly staring at the egg in his hand that was twice the size of his palm.
This egg had a peculiar pattern on its shell. Half the shell was pitch black in color and half the shell was pure crystalline white.
On top of this, there were light blue runes all over the egg on both the black and the white half, making it look even more mysterious.
"I wanted to power up but instead you powered up. Wait till you get out, I will make you work day and night." Liam sighed in exhaustion.
Perhaps because he was not in the presence of nether anymore, the mental exhaustion from fighting so long was finally hitting him.
He felt tired and drained and wanted to close his eyes to take a rest.
