You're getting heavier, aren't you? And a lot more demanding.
Kang Min sat on the edge of the stiff inn bed, the wooden frame creaking under his weight.
He sighed, resting his palms against the sphere.
He began to guide a steady stream of his own mana into the shell, watching as the golden wisps were hungrily sucked inside.
I'm basically a human battery at this point.
He muttered, his voice echoing slightly in the small room.
And for what? You don't even have a timer. How long is this supposed to take
If you were human, I'd be looking at nine months, but you're... well, you're a bit human, I guess.
But mostly you're a glutton.
The egg pulsed once, twice, and then a faint, vibrating sound hummed through his hands.
「...Appa.」
Kang Min froze.
The mana flow stuttered for a second before he stabilized it.
He stared at the egg, his brow furrowing behind his mask, which he had pulled down to his neck now that he was alone.
So you really can speak now...
