Seconds ago, Atticus had been filled with nothing but desperation. Elderish had wanted to grind his bones, leaving him unable to do anything to stop him while he went for his family.
Atticus had hoped, he had prayed for something, anything, to happen. He didn't care what, as long as it helped him out of this situation.
And right in front of him, that something happened.
Crack.
A single crack appeared on the surface of the egg hovering in front of him.
'The Soulkin egg?' It was hard to describe how Atticus felt at this moment.
For about two years now, Atticus had connected with this egg, feeding it a constant supply of energy. Throughout those two years, Atticus had felt the beast's spirit, it was mostly simple emotions: happiness at his presence, sadness at his absence, even amusement at his predicament.
But not once did he ever get any hint of when it would hatch.
A Soulkin. A being that was considered a beast version of its owner. It inherited every power of its bonded and was said to boost their power to unimaginable heights.
Atticus was in a situation where he needed help, any help. Any power. Which was why, as the first crack appeared on the surface of the egg, he clenched his fist tight. Waiting. Anticipating.
More cracks spread across its surface, webbing like lines on brittle glass.
Elderish stared at the scene with a confused look. Neither of them spoke. Only the distant booms from Whisker's battle with the Gardener reached their ears.
Then, a second passed, and with a sudden burst, a small head broke through the top of the egg.
Atticus and Elderish narrowed their eyes as they scanned every inch of what had just emerged.
'A… puppy?'
Only its head had come out, but Atticus could already glimpse a few features. It was pure white, its fur slick and smooth like polished ivory.
Atticus hadn't seen its face. The creature had burst out facing the side, away from both him and Elderish.
"Kuuu?" the creature echoed, tilting its small head slightly, confused. Its head darted left and right, as though searching for something.
"Kuuu?" it said again. Then suddenly, it turned towards Atticus, and their eyes met.
For a second, it was as though the world ceased to exist. The distant battle. The trembling earth. The shifting terrain. All gone. They only saw each other.
'That's… my eyes.'
Atticus had looked at himself in the mirror too many times to mistake it. It was like he was staring straight into his own gaze.
"Dada?" the Soulkin softly echoed.
Atticus's eyes widened. 'Dada?'
But before he could react, the egg hovering in the air suddenly fell, shattering the remaining pieces of its shell.
The Soulkin scratched its head with one paw, pouting as though annoyed it had fallen like that. Then, it stood up, turning to face Atticus properly.
With the egg broken, Atticus could now take in its full form.
Just as he'd glimpsed earlier, it looked completely like a puppy. Short. Standing on all fours. Its fur was spiky and pure white. And its eyes, exactly the same as his.
As their gazes locked once more, it beamed like it was happy.
And Atticus felt it, instantly.
Fondness.
It was hard to explain. But in that moment, Atticus felt a connection that transcended anything he'd ever known.
"Dada!" the Soulkin echoed once more.
Atticus's eyes widened slightly, but before he could say anything, a cold voice cut through the moment.
"Where did you get a Soulkin from?"
Elderish sounded genuinely shocked.
But Elderish's words hadn't just caught Atticus's attention. They had caught the Soulkin's too.
It turned.
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