As Zoz fled through the infinite forests of the primal he was born in, he shifted his form repeatedly in a desperate hope to throw off his attackers. He was furious. He had been so close. The power was intoxicating. He needed more, so much more.

After a day of running, he stopped and considered whether the power remaining in him was enough. It had to be; he couldn’t imagine an opportunity like this ever coming again. He was willing to risk everything if it meant an escape.

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He poured every bit of refined mana he still contained into the claws of his mountain lion form and slashed at the air in front of him. A hazy purple portal appeared where the claws slashed. He could see giant buildings of steel on the other side, but he had no time to reconsider, as the portal was already collapsing. He leaped through into the unknown. His hunger would be sated.