Caden, his gaze softening with empathy, took a step closer. "Lysion, your people... the history embedded within you must contain tales of wonder, triumph, and tragedy. What happened to bring such a vibrant civilization to its knees?"
Lysion's glow dimmed momentarily, an evocative display of melancholy. "It is a sorrowful chapter in our narrative," Lysion began, the soft cadence of its voice weaving a tale from epochs past. "Our people, the Nexali, were once the beating heart of this planet, our society reaching the zenith of scientific and artistic endeavors. But with great advancement comes its own set of vulnerabilities."
"The shadows of our history were cast by a select group of scientists, their intentions driven by malice and an insatiable hunger for power. These individuals, disenchanted by the unity and harmony that our society stood for, endeavored to create a tool of chaos."
