"Sir, someone wishes to see you."
One of his men entered, bowing respectfully. It had been two months since Niard Lux defeated the Galactic Criminals' Union, a feat that shook every corner of the galaxies, from the weakest to the most powerful. Niard Lux's name echoed across the cosmos.
The man approached, his sharp gaze fixed on the figure seated in the chair. The magical aura surrounding Niard exuded unparalleled majesty, making it impossible for anyone to stand before him for long. He had ascended to another level entirely.
"Greetings, Conqueror of Titans, Niard. You are speaking with one of the weak."
The man wore a hooded cloak, surrounded by an aura of energy dust. *What is a lower creature like this doing here? He's from the Karok Tribe,* Niard thought. Almost as if reading his thoughts, the man spoke:
"I am the chief of the Karok Tribe, and I wish to place the lives of my people in your hands."
