Death Seed [2]

"What the fuck…" 

Damien could only curse under his breath at the sight. Sure, a treasure moving on its own wouldn't necessarily be anything new to him, especially when said treasure was supposed to be quasi-sentient, but this was different.

Even when a treasure moved, its status as an inanimate object would limit it. Its movements were destined to be rigid and unpracticed. But Damien could see none of that in the wriggling black sphere.

Instead, its movements were more like that of a caged worm trying to escape confinement. It moved as if it was alive.

'Wait a minute…'

Damien sent his awareness into the vial once again, but he no longer cared for gentleness. He forcefully pierced into the Death Seed and scoured its contents.

"What the actual fuck is this…"