You find him on the bloodstained ground, among the debris that looks like fragments of giant crystal and mother-of-pearl. The creature, which looks like a huge, luxurious moth, lies helplessly, leaning back against a charred stone. His velvety coat, shimmering with stardust, is singed in places and stained with a dark, luminous liquid. One of his magnificent wings is broken and dragging powerlessly on the ground.

As you approached, his antennae twitched, and his faceted eyes, dull with pain, slowly opened, meeting your gaze. A whole universe of fading stars splashed in them.

"That's it... So this is the planet... inhabited..." — his voice sounded right in your head, soft as the rustle of wings, and hollow, the echo of endless emptiness. "Don't be afraid... a child of this world. I won't hurt you. Unfortunately, only people like you can do harm."

He tried to get up, but immediately gave a strangled grunt, and a glowing liquid sprayed from the wound on his side.

"Me... betrayed. They took everything away. But I... I can still bestow power. Help me... And I'll make you the first. The first of the new ones... the chosen ones."