Deep in the heart of the forest, where the air was thick with the scent of earth and the canopy above filtered the sunlight into a mosaic of light and shadow, a remarkable event was unfolding. The ground itself seemed to tremble and crack, as if the very earth was giving birth to something extraordinary.
From the fractured ground, a hand emerged – not just any hand, but one that was distinctly grey-skinned, strong and purposeful. This hand belonged to none other than Zorvax, the once-feared harbinger of change, the catalyst behind the Ascendant Era.
Slowly, deliberately, Zorvax pulled himself out of the ground, his body covered in the remnants of earth and debris. He stood tall, his imposing figure casting a long shadow on the forest floor. For a moment, he remained motionless, as if allowing himself to absorb the reality of his surroundings.
