"Prepare my shuttle. We're launching as soon as possible." Avaith informed his attendant, and with a short confirmation, the attendant was already gone via teleportation. Avaith pinched his forehead with all three fingers, a gesture that a Novierian makes when under stress.
"Launching as soon as possible?" Words appeared in Avaith's mind, as he turned around slowly. What he saw was no Novierian, but rather... It was something that barely took their shape. It was smaller, and clothed in robes are dark as night. The only real feature Avaith could make out was that the person had pure white skin and hair that seemed to... move? No, it was radiating something, but Avaith couldn't make out what.
"Who are you?" Avaith tried to remain civil. This creature was possibly as creepy as they get.
"Ah, but who are you? A race long ignored by the celestial giants, a race with no afterlife to turn to, a race that depends only on themselves. The prophecy has a great deal to do with you all..." The robed person mentioned in cackled breath. Novierians can hear of course, even without ears.
"What are you talking about? A prophecy? What?" Avaith only had questions from there. Whoever this was, he wasn't making sense.
"The leader of a planet of no god shall fall from his ranks, and participate in battle that only celestials can admire... Such is what the prophecy foretells..."
And after that, the robed person vanished. There wasn't anything flashy, but... he just disappeared. Like he didn't exist in the first place.
"... What are we in for?" Avaith pondered the thought, as he then went to check on the progress of their launch. It wasn't likely that they'd be done anytime soon.
