Again, there was no reply, just an eerie silence, as he pulled at the flap out of stubborn curiosity, which eventually folded open, just as an envelope would.

Firash wrinkled his face in disgust as he pushed his fingers in through the sap-laden pouch made of bark.

The familiar flash of the electric blue shell that rolled out onto his hand, almost stopped his heart.

He staggered back into the wall where he slumped down, staring at the fragile prosthetic that rocked in his palm.

Firash dropped the bark envelope between his legs, as the familiar eye stared back at him.

He clasped his hand across his mouth.

It was unmistakable.

The eye belonged to Maitho…