Sacred Egg Blood Covenant

Echoes of Ash

When Kain's silver prosthetic touched the embryo chamber, fluorescent veins pulsed across the mucus. The patterns slithered like living code across the glass, replicating every 17-degree angle of his chainsaw strikes from last month's battle—even the exact curvature of his scales that had torn through armor. Alys drove her scepter into the tendrils, ice spreading before dissolving into honeycombed holes under corrosive green liquid.

"Real-time evolution." Selene's mechanical iris contracted to a pinprick, gears shrieking beneath her skin. "Their genetic chains are—"

The floor collapsed. Kain's silver sand cushioned his fall as magma heat warped the air below. Twelve Ilana corpses hung like marionettes around a flesh throne, umbilical rivers converging at the Original Cinder's chest, where the Judgment Sword hummed with resonance.

"Welcome home, heir." The Original Cinder's mechanical eye scanned Kain's mangled arm. "Still struggling with my gift, I see."

Godslayer's Origin

The sword's shriek split Alys' birthmark open. Frost crept toward the throne as the Ilana corpses' lips synced, their lullaby hardening into sonic shackles. Kain's prosthetic weighed like a black hole, every grain of silver sand vibrating with Cinder's resonance frequency.

"Mother's draining me..." Alys collapsed, her Frostfire Scepter sinking into pulsating flesh as ice-fire energy reversed into the umbilical river. "The corpses are live converters!"

As the sword pressed against her throat, Kain's arm disintegrated. Silver sand coalesced into a draconic form, its scales shimmering with the sunflower pattern Leah had carved on the clay doll at age six. When the dragon clamped onto the blade, foreign memories flooded Kain—Cinder huddled in a rain-soaked vent, Ilana's gene vials clutched to his chest, flames devouring a nursery outside.

"Brother!" The dragon shrieked in Leah's voice, fangs shredding the mechanical eye. A silver spine fell from the throne's crack, slotting into Kain's stump with surgical precision.

Eye of the Storm

In the collapsing lab, Alys caught the falling sword. The hilt's crest ignited her clavicle's rose brand, ice-fire energy blasting a charred escape route through the meat. Selene's drones hauled unconscious Kain through flames, his new spine absorbing chainsaw embryo code, clay doll patterns glowing in its fissures.

"Antarctica..." The Original Cinder's remains crumbled into magma, data streams erupting from fingers jammed into his temple. "Find... final..."

Explosions drowned his last words. Alys traced fresh cracks on her scepter—their patterns mirroring the scar across Ilana's abdomen in the ice coffin.

Branded Embers

Selene's arm scanned the silver spine, holograms revealing a monstrous double helix—Cinder's resonance merging with Kain's blood to forge kill protocols. Kain convulsed, the dragon form materializing uncontrollably, its tail etching church ciphers into walls.

"He's assimilating the Original's combat data." Selene tore open her smoldering chest plate, exposing a blood-soaked chip between gears. "We must—"

Alarms drowned her warning. From the ruins came a new heartbeat—thousands of embryo chambers rupturing, mucus pooling into the Original Cinder's silhouette. Alys plunged her scepter down, ice roses surging up the umbilical river. As thorns pierced the throne's remnants—

"Go!" Selene's hack activated teleportation arrays. "This space is—"