Prologue
The figure shimmered as it emerged from the shadows. Whatever faint light there was seemed almost reluctant to fall on it's vaguely humanoid form, causing the air to waver around it as if it were extremely hot. Its form resembled a deep darkness.
It was in a large, empty hall. In each of the four walls was a door, a hollow gap, in the solid rock. Aside from them, there was nothing important, nothing of any interest to see.
The figure made its way to the centre of the room, steadily and silently. Its shoes (or feet, it was hard to tell), while metallic-looking, made no noise on the floor, as if they were insubstantial. When it reached the middle (indicated by a faint circle etched into the floor), it stopped, and remained motionless for a long while.
Finally, it moved. With a noise not dissimilar to that of an inward breath, the figure raised its arms upward. The darkness that shrouded its form seemed to deepen further, if that was possible. Then, it spoke:
"Come hither, mighty heroes of the Sentients. Claim the power which was hidden aeons ago. The secret lies in the Tetra Galaxy, deeper even than the ancient ones' strongholds. Find it, and dominance shall be yours. Eternally…"
With that, the figure seemed to dissipate to nothing, expelling itself outwards. The hall stood empty.
