Cell Tug of War

Aelorin's gaze locked onto a distant shelf at the far corner of the library, an unshakable pull compelling him forward. It wasn't just the uncanny sensation gnawing at the edges of his mind—it was the system's notification that froze his steps for a split second.

{You are directly faced with the Cell Hybrid.}

His throat went dry, the words pounding through his skull like a death knell. A mix of awe and trepidation coursed through his veins, making him acutely aware of his racing heartbeat. Aelorin's mind teemed with questions that bubbled to the surface. Another hybrid? Could it also have a system like mine? How does something like this even exist?

The thought of a second being, potentially tied to him yet entirely alien, both terrified and exhilarated him. He clenched his fists, trying to steady the tremors in his fingers. Whatever awaited him on the other side of that shelf, he needed to uncover it, no matter the cost.