#11

Zobi thrust his crude blade through the chest of a Dharzir tribes marauder, only to recoil in terror as the fallen body inexplicably rose again, ready to resume its attack. Bewilderment clouded his eyes as he fended off the relentless assault, akin to witnessing a delmak's relentless pursuit.

The screams of his comrades echoed, a chilling symphony of slaughter that underscored their desperate struggle. Zobi, gripped by the brutality unfolding, questioned if he had not proven himself to the great ones.

In the midst of impending doom, a respite arrived as a colossal club poised for a fatal descent was abruptly halted. The Dharzir marauder, bewildered, met the gaze of a mysterious figure – a male whose identity remained a mystery. Before the attacker could seek answers, the enigmatic newcomer unleashed a devastating punch, reducing the marauder's head to nothingness.

Zobi gazed upward, eyes widening in awe and trepidation as the great god revealed his formidable power. The air grew dense, reminiscent of the water serpent hunt that lingered in his memory for three cycles. A stifling aura surrounded the god, and the marauder's body reacted instinctively, its hairs standing on end in anticipation of impending doom.

The lethal blow struck true, and the marauder crumbled. As the dust settled, a voice resonated, conveying a cryptic revelation, "They are changed like you, Zobi, but have transcended; their bodies heal beyond your means."

In the aftermath, Zobi grappled with newfound awareness, sensing that the unfolding events were but a prelude to a greater revelation in the cosmic tapestry of their existence.