Intro. When the divine being touched his forehead, Daarui felt the world tear apart. The light disappeared, and he fell alone into a hot, silent savannah. The sky was purer, the air rougher, and no sign of civilization existed around. Dazed, his body throbbing and his mind confused, he walked aimlessly, stumbling on dry land as he tried to understand why he was still alive. In the following days, he struggled to survive only with instinct: he drank from shallow rivers, slept in caves, hunted out of necessity. His regeneration saved him from beasts that would have killed him ten times. But it was his desperation that drew attention. A group of hunters found him wounded, surrounded by dried blood... and breathing normally, with no signs of death. Frightened and fascinated, they took him to the village. There, they saw their wounds close before their very eyes. No man did that. It was then that the people named him K'MORU — "He who always returns". And so began the legend of the stranger who could not die.