Watts found a clearing where most of the trees had been uprooted, leaving a jagged expanse of bare soil and shattered trunks.
It was a hauntingly serene place, the devastation a stark reminder of his own destructive presence.
But then again, this was going to be the place of birth for a new and high tier life. A new life was going to be born here.
He knelt in the center of the clearing, cradling the egg in his hands. It radiated a faint warmth, pulsing like a tiny heartbeat, fragile yet stubborn.
When he had decided to hatch the egg, he had asked the system what to do and found out he had to give his soul and mind energy and maybe a bit of vitality until the egg was full.
Then it would hatch without a hitch.
But then the system informed him of something that almost drove him crazy with anger and frustration.
The system's notification had been clear and unforgiving:
Creation is hard, cheer me up!