The heat of the night increases as if nature itself wants to intensify the violence.

"What should we do?" one of the men whispers, panic dancing out of his voice.

Before an answer could form, the enormous, muscular man with the aura of a predator moves. Without hesitation, the big man charges, like a sprinting disaster.

Ilubu looks at his father, with trembling hands, he snatches a stone and throws it. It strikes one of the attackers square in the eye.

The man lets out a strangled scream, clutching his face. "You stupid... Aaaah... My eye!"

The chaos unfolds with savage efficiency. The big man grabs the second attacker, lifting him as if he is a child, and slams him into the hard earth.

The impact sounds like a drumbeat of war.

The first man, still clutching his wounded eye, sits on the ground. The big man, with a grim determination, drives his fist down on the man's skull, silencing his screams, with a louder one.

It happens in an instant, too fast for Ulubu to process. His breath comes in shallow gasps as he stares, unblinking, at the swift chaos .

Ulubu knows the giant. The giant who disappeared.

This is no ordinary man. This is him. The last Wrurk. The last wielder of the hammer, before Ulubu. The man who killed Imina.

A flood of memories crashes over Ulubu. He sees himself standing in the crowd, crying with tears of air. The air was thick with the sound of mourning.

Ulubu could not sing, when Imina could not say goodbye. He just thought shutting his soul "It's not right to cry now. Not here. Not now."

The big man 'Crimza' unties Ulubu from his bonds with hands that seems impossibly gentle for one who wields such violence.

One of the attackers, still conscious, begins to crawl through the pool of his friend's blood. His fingers try to grab a sword, dragging his shattered body like a fish gasping for water.

Crimza notices. Without hesitation, he hits the man on the head with a rod, a single, decisive blow.

Turning to Ulubu, Crimza's voice rumbles like distant thunder. "I need your help."

Ilubu hesitates for a moment before throwing his arms around Ulubu's waist. Seeing all the blood dripping.

"Father," Ilubu cries relief, mixed with concern.

Ulubu stays frozen with past.

---

A few days earlier...

Ulubu's unconscious body dangled between two men as they carried him like discarded cargo.

"Impure," one of them spat.

They dropped him on the ground and turned away, leaving ten-year-old Ilubu behind.

The village buzzed with whispers as the news spread. The head of the village was summoned.

The voices grew louder. And soon the head of the village emerged. He stood tall, with a presence so strong.

"I will find the next moment of charm, do not be scared." He said with extreme confidence.

The voices grew louder saying one thing "Long live great Ruku!"