This is just a building, and the Odam Haji is much more

"Well, I am lucky. First I run into a traitorous Simurgh and his rider. And then while slaying the beast, I run into the human who should already be dead," Perizad said, using all of his bodies to talk.

Quickly from the cloud emerged the great flying fortress of the god himself. The wind pressure moved the fog away, revealing castle Alamut.

Perizad didn't give Rufus much time to react, as they took out their bows and shot three arrows right at them. Each arrow was extremely tough, made from the best material, and flew almost as fast as a musket ball.

Rufus guarded himself and shielded Doreen and Joan with his divine wings. They got ripped to shreds but were able to protect them.

To distract the god, Gadaric was able to intervene and used a sound blast to scatter the three bodies of the god. He wasn't able to deal much damage, but Tara was able to in the meantime get ready the transportation vase. They all were able to escape back to castle Alamut.

As they arrived at castle Alamut, the group was shaken and wounded from their encounter with the god Perizad. Rufus looked over his shoulder, wondering if they were being followed, but the skies remained quiet.

Once they were safe inside the castle walls, Rufus collapsed to his knees, exhausted from using his wings to shield his friends. Doreen and Joan rushed to his side, trying to heal his wounds. Gadaric and Tara stood to watch, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.

"Are you alright, Rufus?" Doreen asked, her voice laced with concern.

"I'll be fine," Rufus replied, gritting his teeth in pain.

People started to scream inside the castle wall. From the skies dropped all of the ten thousand bodies of Perizad, coming down like rain, or to be more precise. A god's judgment.

"What is going on here?!" the old man of the mountain came to the room after hearing all the commotion.

"That is what we would like to know. I thought this castle would be hidden from even the gods," Joan said in an angry tone.

The old man of the mountain gazed out the window, his eyes scanning the chaos that raged outside. The fortified walls of his castle were being overrun by Perizad's army, and his warriors were struggling to hold their ground against the onslaught of powerful, godlike beings.

"We're being attacked!" Edward's voice rang out, echoed by the others in the room.

"No shit!" Joan snapped. "We're facing a literal army of gods. If they breach our defenses, we're all dead."

Yosef interjected, "Actually I think the correct pronoun for Perizad is..."

"Not now!" Joan cut him off sharply.

The assassins retreated into the castle, but their respite was short-lived as Perizad began tearing the walls apart with brute strength.

"We need to move, now," the old man of the mountain declared, leading the way down a hidden staircase.

As they descended, Rufus and his friend burst into a room filled with jars and cups of strange, iridescent liquids. The old man of the mountain beckoned to them.

"Line up," he instructed, handing each of them a cup. "Light the fire, and we'll transport ourselves away from here."

"Where will this take us?" Rufus asked, eyeing the strange brew skeptically.

"I'm not entirely sure," the old man of the mountain admitted. "These are experimental transportation liquids."

"I could end up in a volcano," Suomi exclaimed nervously.

"Okay, let's go," Suomi said.

They lit the cups and soon a thick fog filled the room when it came down, Rufus and his friends were gone.

Steps were heard and the old man of the mountain and two of his assassins who had accompanied him looked back.

"You!" he spat.

Hamael stood tall and unyielding. "Now before you die, tell me where are the human and his group," he demanded.

The old man's laughter filled the air, mocking and bitter. "Look at you," he said. "A loyal slave to a god."

Hamael's expression remained stoic. "Was there any difference when serving you?" he retorted, his voice laced with bitterness.

"Yes. With me, you fought for the Parsana and kept the legacy of the Odam Haji alive. But anyway. This building is just a building. We will survive and you. You will die," the old man of the mountain said as his assassins who had accompanied him charged at Hamael.

The priest of Xerxes quickly disposed of the assassin, using blades hidden in his white gown. But all this was enough, for the leader of the Odam Haji took out a cup and teleported away.

Perizad came down and asked, "Where is the human?"

"They are gone, along with the assassins," Hamael said, with a sad voice.

"The assassins are god. Their historic castle is in ruins, though they are much younger than I am," the god spoke.

"The assassins are more than stones and bricks. They are the Odam Haji, it's an idea and knowledge. An idea and knowledge that all revolve around the old man of the mountain. This is far from being over," Hamael said and walked up.