A deity descends

As night descended upon the mortal realm, specifically the vast desert where the Daryen Valley's civilisation slumbered, Hesuas materialized. The transition from the divine realm to the earthly plane was not a journey but a dissolution and reconstruction of divine essence.

The desert night was alive—not with silence, but with a symphony of subtle movements.

A small herd of scorpions, their exoskeletons glinting like obsidian under starlight, existed in a delicate ecosystem of survival. As Hesuas walked among them, these creatures—normally territorial and aggressive—parted like living liquid, recognizing a power far beyond their comprehension.

Near a fire that burned with unnatural steadiness, a man sat.

Seven feet of raw, primal presence, his skin was a landscape of cracks and fissures, telling stories of battles fought in realms beyond mortal understanding.

Daurgien—a name that carried the weight of raw, unfiltered power.

He did not rise.