Ethan sensed the exact moment something around him changed.
Above his head, the sky was clear, a bright sun bathing the world below in warm light.
It was from that cloudless sky that a flash of light emerged, fast and silent, streaking down toward the golden egg.
"Ah… It worked!" Arwen declared, springing to her feet.
The sudden movement sent her gigantic elven tits surging upward along with her, heavy and full. They hung in the air for a split second before plummeting back down against her delicate torso with a wet clap.
She stopped infusing life energy into the egg and took a few steps back, never taking her eyes off the golden shell, until she stood beside Ethan.
Her slender fingers gripped his arm firmly.
At first, there was a trace of anxiety on the beautiful elf's face—her brows slightly furrowed, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
But that faded.
