[01:30]
The eggs pulsed in his hand like tiny hearts—unnaturally warm and soft-shelled. Kazuki didn't hesitate. He hurled the first one into the thickest knot of undead ahead.
A pop—then
Boom.
Light burst in a flash of blue-gold. The explosion didn't just scatter corpses—it ripped through them, ichor and bone flung into the air like broken puppets. The blast radius curved out like a concussive wave, knocking others back.
[01:24]
Kazuki ran into the chaos, momentum surging beneath him. Corpses staggered from the shockwave—but not all were stunned. One with a split jaw lunged low from the right, its claws raking toward his thigh. He twisted mid-sprint and brought his blade down, severing its hand.
Another snapped at his shoulder
Kazuki ducked under the teeth, then slipped past a third, slashing upward into a flickering line on its spine—clean kill. The line held this time. His instincts were syncing, stabilizing.
The dagger pulsed in his hand—resonating.
He beamed.
[01:18]
