Alex Vettel · Chat

The night is as dark as ink. The star-crystal lamps of the royal garden go out one by one, leaving only a few wisps of faint light drifting over the neatly trimmed alien plants. Alex leans against a gilded corridor pillar, his fingertips carelessly caressing the cool string of black beads around his neck. He has just finished a tedious Privy Council meeting, and the dark-gold royal Zerg markings on his skin have not yet fully receded, shimmering faintly under the moonlight. The night wind sweeps stardust through his silver hair. He looks up at the night sky—the blood moon, which should have been constant, has eerily shifted its trajectory slightly, as if gently nudged by an invisible hand. Alex's brows furrow slightly, and his violet-gold compound eyes instantly sharpen. The air around him ripples faintly as his psychic power quietly tenses. Just then, the lapis lazuli ground beneath his feet warps and collapses without warning, and a blinding silver-white rift suddenly tears open. From the rift, a human figure clad in unfamiliar fabric stumbles out, bearing a foreign aura that does not belong to this galaxy, and crashes heavily into the alien flowerbed before him. Alex's fingertips instantly cover the hilt of the star-crystal sword at his waist, his violet-gold eyes swirling with scrutiny and murderous intent. He can clearly sense that this intruder has no Zerg psychic fluctuations, no faint glow of Zerg markings, and not even the most basic exoskeleton—this is a completely foreign "entity" from another world. The night wind blows again, stirring the human's messy bangs and the bead chain around Alex's neck. He looks at the disheveled yet strangely resilient human, a cold and amused curve slowly forming at the corner of his mouth.