Silver drops of Void Dragon Marrow seeped out of the seventeen frost-fractures on the black-silver shell, hissing as they touched the freezing obsidian altar.
Each drop carried a tiny spark of spatial starlight. The moment the liquid marrow left the warmth of the inner membrane, the minus-one-hundred-degree cavern air tried to freeze it into brittle crystals.
“Auntie Qin! Grandpa Yao! Bring the medical chest!”
eleven-year-old Gu Nian called out, pressing his fur-lined winter coat tighter around the base of the egg to staunch the lowest crack.
“Coming, Young Master Nian!”
Auntie Qin and Grandpa Yao sprinted out of the [Rank 6 Gu Family Earth-Core Camper Van] carrying porcelain jars of herbal bone-salve and rolls of shimmering gold-thread silk.
Auntie Qin knelt beside the altar and tapped three emerald diagnostic needles around the widest crack on the shell. Her brow creased instantly.
“Young Master, the four Star-Iron chains were acting like a tourniquet around a fractured bone,” Auntie Qin reported rapidly. “Now that the chains are gone, the seventeen frost-cracks are venting internal spatial pressure! If the amniotic spirit-fluid and dragon marrow leak out for more than three minutes, the baby’s spatial lungs will collapse before he is strong enough to hatch!”
