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“There’s life inside these eggs, brother?”
His brother’s icy eyes stared plainly but he smiled a “yes”.
“Then why’s there a driller in your hand, brother?” Zyan asked.
His brother just smiled in that soft, charming way and brought the sharp tool closer to the eggs. Closer. Still closer. A sharp, rough noise. Broken shells on the table.
“Brother, what the hell are you doing?” a shock had frozen Zyan.
His brother just smiled. One by one all the shells fell. Blood scattered. Feathers scattered. Flesh scattered.
But his brother just smiled, “They’re safe now. Won’t feel pain again.”