Martheuw's tone turned solemn, almost reverent.
"His name… is Genesis— the Creator of celestial beings. The one who shaped our kind from the dust of stars and the breath of eternity. He sent us here, long ago, to guard the mortal being against the shadow of the Anti-Life."
His voice grew heavier, echoing through the void of preserve chamber like thunder softened by grief.
"Billions of years ago, he awoke from his eternal slumber to find his creations fading, consumed by the darkness that births death itself. He took up arms once more — alone — against the Anti-Life. Even now, he fights in the void beyond creation's edge, holding that abomination at bay."
Xerxez's heart thudded, caught between awe and disbelief.
"So… all of you — the Constellar beings — you're here because you're already dead? But your souls remain to protect humanity… in case the Anti-Life ever defeats your Creator?"
Martheuw nodded slowly, his radiant eyes flickering with distant pain.
