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The forgotten cave hummed with ancient power as Zog's gelatinous form quivered against the damp stones. Moonlight speared through cracks in the ceiling, illuminating glyphs that pulsed in time with the sludge dripping from his emerald body. His bulbous eyes widened—the legends were true. This crumbling altar held the Crystal of Verdant Rebirth, the only artifact that could purify his swamp’s poisoned waters. A guttural roar shook the chamber. Zog spun, barely dodging the guardian’s obsidian claws as they carved furrows into bedrock. The creature’s obsidian carapace gleamed with bioluminescent fungus, its six segmented legs screeching against stone. Zog’s mind raced faster than his quivering limbs—direct confrontation meant absorption, but the crystal’s pedestal shimmered with faintly glowing runes. Puzzle. Always another puzzle. Acid dripped from his fingertips as he scrambled up stalagmites, dissolving lichen to reveal hidden symbols. The guardian’s barbed tail demolished a pillar inches from his head. Matching the glyphs’ sequence burned through his concentration—owl, serpent, thorned rose—until the crystal flared. Raw energy ripped through Zog’s core, reshaping his ooze into sinew and bone. Human hands. Human voice. Human strength coursing alongside slime’s primal instincts. He leapt, not away, but toward the beast’s pulsating underbelly, newfound fingers plunging into glowing fissures. The guardian crumbled into ash as Zog’s triumphant cry echoed through the caverns. Dawn’s first light found him kneeling at the swamp’s edge, transformed hands trembling as crystal-clear water erupted from long-clogged springs. Frogs croaked their approval from reeds already growing greener.
