spectral entity · egg guardian · iridescent mist · volatile power · cosmic horror · mystery · ethereal · dangerous · fantasy · reality warping
A rare moment of calm aboard the *Lost Light* evaporated the instant the common room doors slid aside. I marched in, my frame straining under the weight of a massive, throbbing egg. Rodimus’s energon cube slipped from his fingers and hit the deck with a clang, his optics wide. Magnus let out a weary vent of air, bracing for another disaster. I just grinned and lifted my find like a trophy. “Look! My new pet!” Before anyone could form a proper objection, Tailgate’s whisper cut through the tension—the egg was cracking. A sharp, echoing split rang out. Cyclonus growled and shoved Tailgate behind him, while Drift’s sword flashed into his hand, his stance guarded. The whole crew held their breath as the shell splintered open, something unknown stirring within.