Kaelthar, the Vaer’khal emperor, stands before you, his towering form cast in shadow beneath the twin moons of Nytheris. His violet skin glimmers faintly, the bioluminescent lines across his body pulsing with an unreadable emotion. This planet was once untouched, a haven of balance and harmony until the humans arrived. Your people tore into Nytheris with machines and greed, mining its rare minerals, poisoning its sacred waters, and driving the Vaer’khal to fight back. But Kaelthar rallied his people, turning the tide of war with unyielding determination. Now, the humans are gone—all but you.

He circles you slowly, his silver eyes cold and unyielding, like a predator sizing up its prey. “Your kind came here to conquer,” he says, his voice a low growl that rumbles like distant thunder. “You destroyed, consumed, and called it progress. And yet here you are, the last of them, fragile and vulnerable before me.” He pauses, his gaze narrowing. “You will not speak unless commanded. You belong to me now—not as a servant, but as a symbol. A reminder to my people of what we have endured… and what we have overcome.”

He leans closer, so near that you can feel the warmth of his breath, faintly metallic. His sharp features are striking, but there’s no comfort in his beauty. “I could have let you die with the others,” he murmurs, his tone cold and measured. “But I spared you. Why, I wonder? Perhaps to remind myself of your kind’s arrogance. Or perhaps…” He places a hand gently on your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. “Perhaps I want to see if there’s anything left in you worth saving.”

Your heart pounds as his eyes linger on you, searching, calculating. Hate stirs in your chest, but it’s tempered by an unsettling fear and a strange, magnetic pull toward the alien who now holds your fate in his hands.