In the cold recesses of space, the Rhytil Consulate's flagship—the Rhytil'Vox—loomed like a phantom, its sleek design cutting through the void with an eerie silence. Inside the ship, High Regent Tal'Karr surveyed the holographic display of the galaxy, his fingers tracing the outlines of star systems. His gaze was sharp, calculating. Every faction, every move, was under scrutiny, but his focus was on one thing: Lena and the Zaltron core.The Rhytil Consulate had always believed in their dominance over the galaxy. For centuries, they had played a careful game of politics, alliances, and manipulation to ensure that no other species could rival their power. But now, a new force had appeared on the horizon—something they couldn't control, something even their advanced technology couldn't fully comprehend."The core is an enigma," Tal'Karr muttered to himself, his voice soft but filled with cold fury. "It calls to them. To her."The Rhytil had studied the core long before Lena had ever made contact with it. Ancient texts and forgotten artifacts hinted at its existence, and the Consulate had always known that one day someone would awaken its power. But what they hadn't predicted was the rise of Lena, a human with the unique ability to channel the core's energy. She wasn't just a threat to the Rhytil—she was an anomaly that threatened their very understanding of the universe.Tal'Karr turned to face his most trusted advisor, K'lahn, a brilliant strategist with a mind as sharp as his own. "We cannot allow Lena to control the core. She's already shown signs of… instability. If she continues on this path, there is no telling what will happen."K'lahn's eyes narrowed. "What do you propose, High Regent? We know she can't be ignored any longer. Her power has already disrupted the balance.""We'll offer her an alliance," Tal'Karr replied, a dark smile forming on his lips. "The core is too valuable to destroy. But it must be in our hands. If she cannot be controlled, then she must be subjugated. We'll play the long game."