In a surreal clash of realities, Zamasu's enigmatic presence materialized before the human. His gaze, a mix of condescension and curiosity, settled on them.

"Greetings, mortal," Zamasu's voice resonated, dripping with an unsettling blend of elegance and disdain. "It appears our paths have converged. Do you comprehend the fragility of your existence?"

His eyes, harboring a godly fire, studied the human as if assessing their worthiness.