Editing Primordial Evolution Game/Central Legends (section)

=== The Schism of Zu-Nul===
The reports of the massive blade runner swarms moving through the desert first reach
the Zu-nul through the traders. Rumours of untold carnage and bloodshed start
circulating within the tribe, but overall, they do not feel threatened. They know
that the Hazuvaat will keep them safe within their protective rock formation.
Zhen'qual however, is quite exited about this development. The hordes of sandonis
moving through the desert mean massive amounts of biomatter, that her spawn can
feast upon. She sends deep vibrations through the sand, calling for her children,
informing them of the feast that they can partake in. This war might allow her to
seize the moment and become the dominant godworm of this desert.

Thick Blood attempts to communicate with the suzumou of the Zu-nul. It is a simple
greeting to its distant kin. It holds a desire to draw these sentients to inhabit
its body and become better caretakers than the mindless drones it currently has.
The Zu-nul's illusion of safety is broken swiftly. Although the swarms didn't reach
the small canyon in which the hazuvaat rests, the Zu-nul themselves were no longer
confined to the protective rock formation. Their farms, trading burrows and caravans
were defenceless against the blade runner hordes.

The survivors from these outlying settlements retreated back to the Hazuvaat. It was
clear that they had to fight, but the ways of war were unknown to the suzumou. The
tribe attempts to prepare to defend their home. Tooth spears are crafted along with
knives and clubs. Tunnels are made and fortified, traps are constructed.
The jet wespers allow the Zu-nul to conserve their own energy while moving swiftly
in the air, making the jockeys using them exceptional scouts.

The worms summoned by Shen'qual attempt to attack the sandoni hordes moving through
the oasis.

The Zu-nul are nearly overwhelmed by the sandoni onslaught. When all seemed to be
lost, rain of fire descended upon the swarm, allowing the Zu-nul a little respite.
The strange voice form the sky that followed the strike demanded a tribute of few
pairs of suzumou. The suzumou were in a state of terror and awe. Some were
suspicious of this voice, others intrigued. The godworm could not sense the other
voice, and thus, before it even realized, few of her worshippers had flown to the
sky, towards the call.

The Zu-nul attempt to use the time bought by the cho-dragon's bombardment to
reinforce their tunnels, and investigate why their traps failed. With the combined
power of the sandworms and the bombardment from Thickblood, the sandoni swarm is
driven away, for now at least. 

As the dust settles, the suzumou gaze at the true scale of the slaughter that
occurred in the gates of their beloved home. And this was only just a minor swarm.
The sandworms are happily feasting on the bodies of the dead, and the Zu-nul quickly
join the fray, in an attempt to gather as much resources as they can. Suddenly, the
skies darken with the wespars. Thickblood's feeding swarm also descends to the scene
of battle, attempting to devour what they can.

The sight of these fliers stealing away the food the blessed worms and the suzumou
paid with blood, causes anger within the hearts of the Zu-nul. They are powerless to
stop them, but a deep resentment towards the ones who abandoned them in their moment
of plight and answered the call from above forms within the tribe.

Zhen'qual doesn't take the news of how these heretics any lighter. She had sensed
the presence of Thickblood, from the signature vibrations its bombardment causes,
and she remembers how it mortally wounded one of her children. The knowledge that
the cursed creature had lured away her worshipers without her noticing it makes her
angry.

"Know this my children, those who abandoned us today are no longer your
siblings...they failed to protect you, failed to protect us when it mattered the
most, and then they stole from us, despite our need for food...they are traitors and
heretics of the worst kind. We will hunt them, they won't have a moment of peace.
Every time they attempt to take steps on this ground, we will be there, we will make
them pay for their treachery. They will have to cover behind their flying master,
for there will be no respite or mercy for them on the ground. Never again, shall
they feel the warm sands underneath their claws."

Thickblood's new keepers are much more capable and are a welcomed addition. They
have fed him much information of their tiny lives. It was apparent that allowing
this new horde to kill everything would make like quite hard on him. It had a vested
interest in seeing the war won for the little weak ones.

The few suzumou who answered the call of Thickblood investigate their new host. The
constant data feed transmitted by the massive flying creature has broadened their
view of the word significantly.

The desert seems to be so small from this high up. To some of them, this has been
mentally devastating. To see how small they really are, and how insignificant their
lives have been, has caused them to break down. To others, this has been an eye
opening experience. The godworms they used to worship clearly aren't the true
masters of the world. How could they be, they have never seen the world the way the
suzumou now see.

The some members of the group start calling themselves Inzi-fen, to distance
themselves from their former lives.

They also attempt to breed and lay eggs in the flesh of their new host.