Her essence cascaded down the cliff like a tidal wave, crashing into both Hen're'it and Geo'rgge with a force that thickened the air, stifling their breath. Yet, amidst the palpable tension, neither of them showed a sign of panic. The presence of the mother of the Ghezzak permeated the atmosphere, an indomitable force that demanded reverence.
In the blink of an eye, the Ghezzak mother vanished, and Geo'rgge, keenly aware, moved forward with a fraction of a second to spare. He shoved his life mate out of harm's way just as his head was sent flying, a grotesque separation that defied the laws of mortality.
As his vision twirled and spun in the moment of decapitation, an unexpected thought flickered through Geo'rgge's mind—maybe they weren't the great gods and goddess after all. The first time such doubt had intruded upon his consciousness. His headless body, a bizarre testament to the supernatural, continued to move, driven by the inertia of a heart that stubbornly beat on.
Hen're'it rose to her feet, her eyes ablaze with a righteous anger that seemed to emanate from the very core of her being. The audacity of the Ghezzak mother to touch what was hers ignited a fury that transcended mortal comprehension.
With a scream that echoed the epitome of pain, Hen're'it unleashed her essence. The Ghezzak mother came to a sudden halt in front of her, head tilted to the side.
"~The great goddess~," her words emerged broken, yet in that moment of eye contact, a strange stillness enveloped the world. The great goddess and the mother of the Ghezzak found something within each other, an unspoken understanding that defied the boundaries of their cosmic existence.
Unbeknownst to them, just 20 feet away, Geo'rgge's body performed a miraculous feat. His codex contained two stagnant layers—from the Dharzir marauders and the Ghezzak whose heart he had devoured. The Dharzir's evolution surpassed basic forms of death, but even they couldn't revive from the removal of the brain. Yet, combined with the constantly evolving codex of the Ghezzak, the removal of his head wouldn't ensure certain death.
His hands moved where his eyes could no longer see, pulling small orbs left and right. As he did, his body began to heal, regenerating slowly at first, but with each motion, the pace quickened. Missing tissues, fibers, muscles, and tendons were restored, a testament to the amalgamation of powers within him. The battlefield unfolded into a multi-dimensional spectacle, where cosmic forces clashed and mortal bodies defied the very essence of death.