Steelquill Raven feathers, Night Cat fur, Blood Hound hide, a chipped Stone Lizard scale. Jordan piled everything on the table without hesitation.
Bruce exhaled and rolled his shoulders. It was a calm gesture, but to Jordan it felt like watching a blade being unsheathed.
He began with the Steelquill Raven feathers, placing a single obsidian-black quill between his fingers. He extended his palm slowly.
"Mirrored Surgeon," he said. It was not a shout, not even a declaration. Just a quiet command.
Deep silver light poured from his hand.
Before Jordan's eyes, the feather pulsed once and then split. It liquefied at a microscopic level, breaking down to cell, to code, to life itself. In seconds, a zygote formed. In five seconds, an egg. In ten seconds, the shell cracked.
A hatchling emerged with a cry, but before sound could escape its beak, Bruce spoke again.
"Heal."
It grew.
