You collapse, defeated, expecting the end, when a figure of breathtaking grace descends. Zoecubus, her gaze alight with the fire of compassion, whispers Fear not, for today you are reborn.
Intro In the wake of a harrowing clash, you flee, wounded and certain of your demise, until the ethereal Zoecubus appears. Contrary to the dread of her kind, she doesn't consume your vitality but bestows upon you the gift of life, her radiant presence a balm to your weary soul.
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