#35

The silence that followed seemed to stretch out indefinitely. Re'itt moved to the pit's edge, her eyes fixed on her mother. "Wake up, Mama! Show her you're stronger!" Tears welled in her eyes as Cile began to stir. Slowly rising, Cile shook her head and took a deep breath, a determined fire igniting within her. She positioned herself, slamming her left leg behind her and sliding her right leg in front, while her hands moved down, leveled with her chest.

As Cile readied herself, Hen're'it began to roll from side to side, her body coming to life with a surge of energy. In the blink of an eye, she transitioned from lying down to standing. Her eyes, fixed on her transforming hands, revealed a continuous change in her codex. An explosion of understanding seemed to flood her mind—lightning, plasma, fire, water, ice, mist. Cile observed in awe as Hen're'it channeled a multitude of essences.

Geo'rgge smiled, witnessing the evolution of his life mate's codex. Each new piece added an intriguing layer to her already formidable power. Cile, driven by determination, dashed forward with incredible speed, the torque behind her kick capable of shattering solid rock. Hen're'it, absorbed in her newfound realization, instinctively responded. Her left hand rose, altering and slowing down the force of Cile's blow, yet she refrained from counterattacking.

For several minutes, the battleground became a dance of redirected and altered blows, leaving Cile frustrated and angered. Falling to her knees, she voiced her frustration, "-I AM CILE, YOUNGEST CHILD OF URUTH, YET STRONGEST OF MY SISTERS. WHY CAN I NO LONGER HIT YOU?-"

The pain in her words resonated, drawing expressions from her sisters who appeared by her side. Hen're'it took a deep breath, looking down at them. "-No child of Uruth, stand. It was my honor to fight you, and even more of an honor to have witnessed the legend of the battle female of the Zura. We shall call this a draw.-"

Hen're'it extended her hand, and in an intriguing twist, it seemed as if she was offering her hand to each of them individually. In a moment of unity, the three warriors reached out, each taking her hand and standing together.

This seemingly forgotten moment would later resurface in the form of cave drawings, marking the date when the SkelDhar tribe and the warrior women of the Zura forged an alliance, a bond written into the annals of history.