The atmosphere was thick with tension as the Lux's leader, Yaron, began to emerge from the split in his exoskeleton.
A soft, almost eerie light spilled out from the armour, casting many strange shadows on the ground. The humanoid form within was remarkably different from the hulking, armoured figure he had presented only moments prior.
The true Lux stoof at about the same height as the average human, had relatively slender limbs and smother, silvery blueish skin that reflected the eerie light faintly. His eyes glowed a piercing white, with no irises to occupy the centre, looking like he'd walked straight out of an old fashioned 21st century horror movie.
He moved with a grace that only something as otherworldly as his alien form could produce, stepping out of his exoskeleton with an air of utmost confidence.
