You make a fist around the eggshell, feeling it shatter into tiny pieces through the snakeskin glove you wear. Then you spread your fingers, and as you do, the air wavers like a mirage as a giant hand that mirrors your own comes into existence.
You make a fist around the eggshell, feeling it shatter into tiny pieces through the snakeskin glove you wear. Then you spread your fingers, and as you do, the air wavers like a mirage as a giant hand that mirrors your own comes into existence.