Turning to the darkened room, the Sangelhi frowned. There was plenty of light; it should have been easy to see into. Calling to his fellows, he stood just outside the doorway, and drew his plasma emitter. The flickering twin-blades of the device failed to shed any further light, the same old darkness, not impossible to see though, but impairing enough to be a worry.
Moving slowly, flanked and backed by the rest of his kill-team, he entered the room. The nightmarish darkness faded almost at once into a bright white. The area was massive, and empty. And there was certainly no way out. Looking back for the doorway, only white met the eyes of him and his squad-mates. They conversed in low tones, unable to read anything on any of their equipment, unable to contact home.
Then the first to enter felt a presence. Not physical, but something there, watching them. Soon they all felt it. It reached into their minds, learning their race, their allies. More of their history than they personally had ever known. More of all of history than they had ever known. Content and smiling to itself, Liliel spat out its captured victims, their minds emptied of the encounter.
Turning to the well-lit room, the Sangelhi frowned. Hadn't it been darkened a minute ago? His squad-mates were around him, all frowning at the same thing. This would make an interesting conversation over rations tonight. Something meaningful to mediate on after eradicating any human stragglers in the settlement. Grunting, the squad leader dismissed it as nothing immediately important, and turned back to his designated patrol route.