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 :''"Load these ones."
-The voice came not from the hunchback, but from a crouching Zorai who, straightening up, grabbed one of the amber cubes piled up at his feet. Standing at around two metres ten and dressed in a beautiful, albeit worn, violet robe, the hominin revealed arms that were surprisingly slim, nay scrawny. However, what really caught Pü's attention was his mask. Perfectly symmetrical and adorned with green ideograms, it was crowned by a series of long horns rising from the temples to the forehead, giving the whole an almost regal allure. This imposing mask, which seemed almost out of proportion to the thinness of its wearer, reminded Pü of Grandmother Bä-Bä, even though the individual was only in his thirties. While it was generally assumed that the mask revealed the wearer's soul and intimate link with the Kamis, some also believed that its size could indicate its potential. Pü looked at his own mask, which was larger than average, and then realised that he had found the famous sorcerer he was looking for. The latter was staring silently at the amber cube he was holding with both hands, while the giant was busy loading the other cubes from the designated pile into a large cart that was already half-full. Suddenly, the Zorai's mask swivelled towards the shelf behind which Pü was hidden. It raised its free hand towards him. A threatening hand.
+The voice came not from the hunchback, but from a crouching Zorai who, straightening up, grabbed one of the amber cubes piled up at his feet. Standing at around two metres ten and dressed in a beautiful, albeit worn, violet gown, the hominin revealed arms that were surprisingly slim, nay scrawny. However, what really caught Pü's attention was his mask. Perfectly symmetrical and adorned with green ideograms, it was crowned by a series of long horns rising from the temples to the forehead, giving the whole an almost regal allure. This imposing mask, which seemed almost out of proportion to the thinness of its wearer, reminded Pü of Grandmother Bä-Bä, even though the individual was only in his thirties. While it was generally assumed that the mask revealed the wearer's soul and intimate link with the Kamis, some also believed that its size could indicate its potential. Pü looked at his own mask, which was larger than average, and then realised that he had found the famous sorcerer he was looking for. The latter was staring silently at the amber cube he was holding with both hands, while the giant was busy loading the other cubes from the designated pile into a large cart that was already half-full. Suddenly, the Zorai's mask swivelled towards the shelf behind which Pü was hidden. It raised its free hand towards him. A threatening hand.
 :''"I see you, thief. Come out."

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 :''"Unfortunately, that's not the case. Grandma Bä-Bä and my mother are dead, as is every member of my tribe. We managed to repel the first wave of kitins in a fierce battle, but the second was fatal. By a sad twist of fate, I'm the only survivor. Tell me, who are you? You seem to know my tribe well.
-:''"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss. I do indeed know your tribe and its customs, as I know all tribes which once populated the jungle, to tell the truth. I'm very interested in such things. I met your mother on several occasions in Zoran, when she represented your tribe as a diplomat. As for the honourable Bä-Bä, I met her, always in the company of your mother, at exceptional councils aimed at understanding and defeating Goo, bringing together all the country's scholars, including the most marginal."
+:''"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss. I am indeed familiar with your tribe and its customs, as well as those of many others who once inhabited the jungle, especially those with distinct religious beliefs. Heresiology is one of my hobbies. I met your mother on several occasions in Zoran, when she represented your tribe as a diplomat. As for the honourable Bä-Bä, I met her, always in the company of your mother, at exceptional councils aimed at understanding and defeating Goo, bringing together all the country's scholars, including the most marginal."
 The sorcerer's eyes, which had been staring at him until then, turned towards the amber cube he still held in his hand. Pü didn't know if he had deliberately omitted to reveal his identity, or if he was absorbed in his thoughts. What was certain, however, was that these were tinged with dark resentment, as the long diatribe he launched into soon showed.

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 :''"Yes! I am Marung's treasure!"
-''Treasure''. That was how his mother used to call him when he was a child. Pü, who had never imagined himself as a big brother, and even less as a father, surprised himself for the first time by imagining himself responsible for a child. And this idea sparked hope in his heart. Yes, that was what he wanted. Not specifically to become a father, but to dedicate his life to the protection of innocent beings, far from the darkness and the fractures that haunted him. To escape the pain of past losses, the memories of the atrocities that the grip of tradition had made him commit as a child, and those he now seemed destined to perpetrate. To erase himself and find new meaning for his life.
+''Treasure''. That was how his mother used to call him when he was a child. Pü, who had never imagined himself as a big brother, and even less as a father, surprised himself for the first time by imagining himself responsible for a child. And this idea sparked hope in his heart. Yes, that was what he wanted. Not specifically to become a father, but to dedicate his life to the protection of innocent beings, far from the darkness and the fractures that haunted him. To escape the pain of past losses, the memories of the atrocities that the grip of tradition had made him commit as a child, and those he seemed destined to perpetrate. To erase himself and find new meaning for his life.
 He too wanted to have a treasure to protect.

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 Pü had no trouble infiltrating the Zo'sok-gong, easily avoiding or quietly knocking out the few guards he came across. Although he initially found it difficult to find his way through the pyramid's maze of dark, narrow corridors, he nevertheless enjoyed getting lost in this labyrinth, which at times reminded him of the interlacing hollow roots of the family stump. Once inside the immense library, Pü proceeded cautiously along the vast aisles, carefully observing the signs of a recent homin presence. Some of the shelves had been emptied of their contents, suggesting some theft. In places, the floor was strewn with amber cubes, while several shelves had been knocked over, contributing to the chaotic appearance of the place. The intact ceiling and walls indicated that this damage was not the result of Karavan bombardments, but rather the product of battle scenes or vandalism. Along the way, Pu came across the desiccated carapaces of small kitins and the emaciated skeletons of a few Zoraïs, silent witnesses to the violent events that had once shaken this place.
-When he finally arrived in front of the most private section of the library, where in the past only the most eminent sages of the Theocracy were admitted, Pü heard a voice. He discreetly entered the room, which was barely lit by a few firefly lanterns, and then hid behind a shelf. Observing the scene, he had to use his new senses to realise that what he was watching was not an imposing animal, unrecognisable in the half-light, but indeed a Zoraï. While Pü was around two metres tall, a relatively common height for Zoraïs born male, the homin he was observing must have been around two metres thirty, an abnormal height. Or rather two metres fifty. He was actually hunchbacked and struggled to stand perfectly upright. His height was simply inordinate. And yet that was the least strange thing about his massive, irregularly swollen and bloated body. Only his perfectly white, hornless mask offered a touch of harmony to his otherwise misshapen appearance.
+When he finally arrived in front of the most private section of the library, where in the past only the most eminent sages of the Theocracy were admitted, Pü heard a voice. He discreetly entered the room, which was barely lit by a few firefly lanterns, and then hid behind a shelf. Observing the scene, he had to use his new senses to realise that what he was watching was not an imposing animal, unrecognisable in the half-light, but indeed a Zoraï. While Pü was around two metres tall, a relatively common height for Zoraïs born male, the homin he was observing must have been around two metres thirty, an abnormal height. Or rather two metres fifty. He was actually hunchbacked and struggled to stand perfectly upright. His height was simply inordinate. And yet that was the least strange thing about his massive, irregularly swollen and bloated body. Only his mask, small in proportion to his massive body, immaculately white and devoid of horns, offered a touch of harmony to his otherwise misshapen appearance.
 :''"Load these ones."

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 As if to contradict him, the Kami raised one of his small hands and pointed a glittering claw at the sorcerer. Pü's body froze at the sight of his white eyes, filled with terrifying anger. Not since the day he had freed the Kami of the Antekamis, and the latter had slaughtered his abductors, had he seen him in such a condition. Did he know this Zoraï? Why did he want to hurt him? But now was not the time for questions. Pü felt the spiritual particles that made up his being resonate with those of the divine creature. All around him, the whole room began to vibrate. Still disturbed by its sudden apparition, he reacted later than the sorcerer, who, after a moment's fright, had pulled himself together with fierce determination.
-:''"Xe-Qe, get him alive!"
+:''"Zu-Gon, get him alive!"
 Responding to his orders, the hunchback leapt at Pü with surprising agility for a creature of his size. At the same time, the sorcerer dropped the amber cube and, without using any amplifying gloves, incanted a bolt of lightning of phenomenal power which shot towards the Kami, crashing against his claw just as a burst of light shot out of it. The force of the impact, and the fact that the sorcerer didn't flinch, made Pü realise that this one was in a much higher category than his own as a practitioner of magic. He was clearly as experienced as his mother had been, even though he was closer to the age his brother should have reached. Unbalanced by the wave of energy, Pü was unable to completely dodge the giant's assault, who managed to grab his arm with his larger hand. The pressure of the grip confirmed that the hunchback's brute strength was just as exceptional as his size, and Pü realised that he wouldn't be able to loosen its grip. Seeing that his opponent, once having managed to catch him as his master had asked, remained motionless, Pü unsheathed the sword he had stolen from the guard with his free hand and slashed the giant's arm. But, apparently unaffected by the pain, the giant did not react and did not let go. Meanwhile, the sorcerer maintained his lightning strike against the Kami, who contained his assault with the tip of his claw. Despite the power it wielded, the divine creature, whose eyes were still filled with anger, seemed barely affected. It began to levitate slowly towards its target, implacable despite the power of the lightning. Fearing for the sorcerer's life, and although he had not initially intended to hurt anyone, Pü barely hesitated before slicing off the giant's forearm, promising himself to heal him once the crisis had eased. When the huge limb fell to the ground, its owner barely reacted and tried to catch Pü with his stump. But the Zorai had already rushed towards the Kami, determined to stop him. Remembering that when he had been kidnapped by the black bird, driven by anger, he had felt able to penetrate its mind and control it by gripping its talon, he put his hand on his fur.
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 :''"I've already told you who I am. I, on the other hand, still don't know who you are.’
-Again deciding not to answer, the sorcerer lowered his hands and called out to the one named Xe-Qe. The imposing Zoraï stepped forward, holding his severed limb in his good hand, and it was with formidable magical dexterity that his master grafted it onto his stump. Still silent, the hunchback moved his fingers and observed his hand as if discovering it for the first time.
+Again deciding not to answer, the sorcerer lowered his hands and called out to the one named Zu-Gon. The imposing Zoraï stepped forward, holding his severed limb in his good hand, and it was with formidable magical dexterity that his master grafted it onto his stump. Still silent, the hunchback moved his fingers and observed his hand as if discovering it for the first time.
 :''"Before answering, I must make sure that you are not here to steal from me. Why did you go to the trouble of eliminating all my guards to get into this library?'' he finally asked.

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 :''"Ma… Marung? Are you all right? There was a noise…"
-{{WIP}}
 On seeing Pü, the child stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes riveted on the large black mask. Pü could immediately see the fear on the child's face. A face still devoid of mask. At that moment, it was impossible to say which of the two was more confused by the other. Pü had not seen a child for several years, and the boy's innocent face, imbued with a gentleness he had almost forgotten, overwhelmed him. His wide black eyes, filled with fear, were set above a slightly upturned nose and round cheeks that still betrayed all the frailty of childhood. Instantly, Pü was overcome with emotion and felt tears welling up in his eyes. This naked face, pure and vulnerable, contrasted cruelly with the horror that had reigned over Atys since the kitin invasion. It was like a fragment of another time, a vision of a bygone life. A life where children hunted fireflies and swung from vine to vine in the family stump, just as he himself had done, before his games gave way to endless martial training. A life without the pain of having had to collect the seeds of life from the twenty-seven children of his tribe, slaughtered by the kitins, to carry out the funeral rite he had forced himself to organise, alone. Desperately alone. Pü lowered his head and ran his fingers along the eye slits of his mask.

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 Despite the disappointment of yet another refusal, which further undermined his aspiration to become a saviour, Pü had to admit that this part of Zoraï country did indeed seem less infested with kitins than the other regions he had crossed. As he returned to the shore, then climbed the Great Wall for a closer look at the southern jungles, now turned into shapeless swamps by the Goo that was voraciously decomposing the flora and fauna, he realised why: the kitins themselves must have feared the destructive substance. He was also surprised to note that, three years after the fall of the Theocracy and Zorai civilisation, the wall was still acting as a magnetic barrier, preventing the Goo from advancing further north. But he knew that this was only provisional. Sooner or later, the ambers used as repellents would lose their electrostatic properties. Unless they could be replaced, this would condemn what was once the beating heart of Zoraï country to an inevitable contamination by the Goo. The only recourse then would be to use fire to try and halt its progress. And not a magical fire produced by a homin, whose burning capacity would have been finely controlled, but the wild and devastating fire, the result of a chain reaction of uncontrollable fires, capable of reaching unimaginable temperatures.
-Thanks to the reduced kitin presence at the edge of the Purple Marshes, Pü eventually reached Taï-Toon more quickly than he had needed time to reach Zu-Galam from the Eternal Garden. In daylight, this city, which he had already approached in his youth, appeared to him to be a reduced version of Zoran: it stood at the centre of a circular enclosure, built along a stretch of water, and was structured around a main building. At Zoran, built on the shores of the Lake of Temples, it was the Zo'laï-gong, the most important Kamist temple in the country, that reigned over the heart of the city. In Taï-Toon, built on the shores of the Lake of Knowledge, the Zo'sok-gong, which housed the Great Zoraï Library, held this central position. Originally located in Zoran, the library had been transferred to Taï-Toon after the siege and bombardment of the Fyros armies in 2328 had destroyed this reservoir of knowledge.
+Thanks to the reduced kitin presence at the edge of the Purple Marshes, Pü eventually reached Taï-Toon more quickly than he had needed time to reach Zu-Galam from the Eternal Garden. In daylight, this city, which he had already approached in his youth, appeared to him to be a reduced version of Zoran: it stood at the centre of a circular enclosure, built along a stretch of water, and was structured around a main building. At Zoran, built on the shores of the Lake of Temples, it was the Zo'laï-gong, the most important Kamist temple in the country, that reigned over the heart of the city. In Taï-Toon, built on the shores of the Lake of Knowledge, the Zo'sok-gong, which housed the Great Zoraï Library, held this central position. Originally located in Zoran, this emblematic library had been rebuilt in Taï-Toon after the siege and bombardment of the Fyros armies in 2328 destroyed almost all Zoraï knowledge. Until then, this knowledge had been recorded on mektoub skin parchments, a medium whose fragility had proved problematic. The reconstruction was therefore also an opportunity for the Council of Sages to reconsider the methods of preserving written knowledge. The solution emerged from a competition organised by the Theocracy to develop a more perennial mean of preservation. The competition was won by the famous Hari Daïsha, thanks to his visionary invention: the first concept of the amber cube. This revolutionary system made it possible not only to store and freeze material objects, but also to preserve intangible thoughts. By reimagining the way in which his people's knowledge would be preserved, Hari Daïsha sowed the seeds of a new era, in which the whole of humanity would be able to access a mode of transmission that went beyond the written or spoken word to touch directly on thought itself. Every Zorai, whatever their beliefs, took immense pride in this.
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-Having not forgotten the warning from the island's Zoraï, Pü discreetly entered Taï-Toon. If he truly did exist, the ‘powerful sorcerer’ she had told him about might be dangerous. As expected, like Zoran, the city had been the target of Karavan bombardments three years earlier, in order to eliminate the swarm of kitins. The damages were clearly visible: ancient carcass remains littered the craters scattered around the perimeter and breaches teared the city's circular wall. In the centre of the city, the Zo'sok-gong, smaller than Zoran's Zo'lai-Gong but similar in its square-based pyramidal structure, was also partly destroyed. Fortunately, only the surface appeared to have been affected. Once inside the enclosure, Pü noticed a Zorai on guard duty, nonchalantly leaning against the railing of a tower that was still untouched. The guard wasn't paying much attention, given the ease with which Pü had escaped his vigilance. As he did not wish to create a diplomatic incident, Pü climbed the tower ladder to introduce himself to him. Finally noticing his presence, the guard, more surprised than anything else, unsheathed a sword.
+This is why, unlike the Zo'laï-gong, a monument erected to the glory of Jena whose demolition Pü had welcomed after his exploration of Zoran three years earlier, he was fervently hoping that the knowledge preserved at the heart of the Zo'sok-gong had escaped the havoc. In a hurry, but remembering the warning from the island's Zoraï, he entered Taï-Toon with calculated discretion, taking care not to attract attention. If he truly did exist, the ‘powerful sorcerer’ she had told him about might be dangerous. As expected, like Zoran, the city had been the target of Karavan bombardments three years earlier, in order to eliminate the swarm of kitins. The damages were clearly visible: ancient carcass remains littered the craters scattered around the perimeter and breaches teared the city's circular wall. In the centre of the city, the Zo'sok-gong, smaller than Zoran's Zo'lai-Gong but similar in its square-based pyramidal structure, was also partly destroyed. Fortunately, only the surface appeared to have been affected. Once inside the enclosure, Pü noticed a Zorai on guard duty, nonchalantly leaning against the railing of a tower that was still untouched. The guard wasn't paying much attention, given the ease with which Pü had escaped his vigilance. As he did not wish to create a diplomatic incident, Pü climbed the tower ladder to introduce himself to him. Finally noticing his presence, the guard, more surprised than anything else, unsheathed a sword.
 :''"Who the heck are you? You've no business here! Taï-Toon is off-limits!"