Chapter 282. Alban's Stuck Naming Talent

"Alright, how does this thing even open?" Myne muttered, frustration gnawing at him. The excitement of finding Velvet had waned, replaced by the cold sweat of a mounting crisis. The pod, resembling a glistening cocoon, refused to reveal its secrets. He scrutinized it, searching for a handle, a latch, anything resembling an opening mechanism. Minutes crawled by, punctuated by the echo of his increasingly heavy breaths.

"This doesn't look good. The door is solid enough to withstand any casual attack. If I use too much force, it will not only harm Velvet but also attract that weird thing's attention. That's the last thing I want in my life was that damn ugly thing chasing behind my ass." Myne concluded, the words tasting like ash in his mouth.