Chapter 94: The Fairy
The eggshell split completely in a shower of glowing golden shards, and the creature within finally unfurled.
It was small—no bigger than Hannah's palm—floating gently in a wisp of grey mist that coiled around it like a protective veil.
There was no distinct face, no visible arms or torso; it looked exactly like a scrap of flowing white cloth, draped from an invisible form all the way down to its thighs.
Only two tiny, slender grey legs peeked out from beneath the fabric, delicate as a doll's.
It hovered without wings, swaying softly in the air, every movement light and ethereal, like a ghostly Tinkerbell wrapped head to thigh in concealing white linen.
Not a single feature peeked through the cloth—no eyes, no mouth, no hair—only that shapeless, floating cloth shape and the faint grey mist that kept it aloft.
And then it made the sound again, soft and sweet, utterly out of place after the world-shaking roar.
"Nyaa."
