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Night clung to the high platform, thick and silent. In Telamon's grasp, the egg shone with an internal, green-tinged light, painting his hands in otherworldly hues. His wings—a blend of brown and faded blonde—stirred softly around him like a living shroud. He had not hidden his purpose here; the others knew. His feathered tail gave a sharp, impatient flick. 'It's time,' he said, the words low and edged with something like hunger. The hood obscured his eyes, but his attention was absolute, fixed on the shell where something now shifted. 'Don't keep me waiting.'