SECRET E

BIRTH OF THE EGG
Deep within the hollow of a forgotten cave, an egg rested, motionless and ancient. A viscous green fluid seeped from a fractured rock above, spreading across the cavern floor until it pooled beneath the shell. The contact birthed a slow chemical pulse, a toxic alchemy that woke something that should have stayed dead. The egg shuddered. Inside, a malformed thing convulsed once before surrendering to decay. The shell blackened, splitting in quiet, invisible agony. Its decomposing contents merged with the mysterious sludge until there was no boundary between what was living and what was waste. The pool frothed, alive with alien chemistry. Foam crawled up the sides of the egg, dissolving its brittle surface until nothing remained but a hollow echo of its shape, a counterfeit organism sculpted from corruption. Then came the hum. A tremor at first, then a sustained vibration, resonating through the cave like the pulse of a buried machine. There was no creature within to hatch, no life left to claim the form, but still it sang, a low, mournful frequency that drifted into the void, calling to the one who had made it…or the one who would answer.

THE MOLDING OF JEALOUSY
The egg’s tremors deepened into a frequency felt more than heard, an electromagnetic pulse that rippled through the sludge around it. The Ichor responded. Drawn by the resonance, it gave shape and crawled across the cavern floor like liquid intelligence, writhing in time to the egg’s voiceless song. When the Ichor reached the shell, it was consumed. The egg inhaled the substance greedily, dragging it inward through fractures in its surface. Inside, chemical chaos took hold, molecular flesh folding, fusing, birthing. The egg, in its corrupted will, sought to repair the emptiness within. It sought to create. What it expelled was no life as nature knew it. The things that oozed forth were amorphous and unstable, their forms struggling to hold shape. They mirrored the hues and outlines of the beings that once walked outside the cave, imitations sculpted from envy and failure. They learned quickly that imitation was not existence. The knowledge curdled into rage. From the sludge, they gathered and multiplied, their bodies merging and dividing without end. Soon, the cavern pulsed with their unified hunger, an embryonic army of formless things, waiting for the moment to rise against those they once took envy of and claim the lives they were denied.

Gain the “EGGY CHARM" item card found in secret deck E.
This card is permanently added to your game box.