Reborn Before The Climate Apocalypse
"And no, you can't keep its whiskers as souvenirs."
"I wasn't going to ask for whiskers! I wanted a coat!" Ethan yelled back.
I landed lightly on my boots beside the giant carcass, pulling my dark blade free with a swift flourish. I reached into the smoking chest wound and extracted a brilliant, fist-sized core that pulsed with an intense, fiery amber light.
"Look at this beauty," I said, holding the amber core up into the afternoon sun.
Suddenly, my super-enhanced vision caught a strange, shimmering violet line swirled deep inside the amber crystal. My System interface flashed a bright red warning across my eyes: