Chapter 4.5

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Third person point of view

The cavernous chamber pulsed with an eerie, almost organic hum.
It was a space carved from the very heart of the earth, its walls lined with a strange, bioluminescent moss that cast an otherworldly glow on the gathered figures.

They were invisible to the naked eye, their presence felt only as a subtle distortion in the air, a faint prickling sensation on the skin.

Tonight, they were discussing their latest project: Earth.

A massive, holographic screen, suspended in the center of the chamber, displayed the faces of Miexha Verra and Zatariel Wov. Their forms shifting and coalescing into vaguely humanoid shapes, leaned forward, their eyes fixated on the screen.
A low, guttural chuckle rippled through the chamber.

"Look at them," a voice, deep and resonant like the rumble of an earthquake, boomed through the chamber.
"Aren't they cute little humans."

"They are not just food," another voice, chimed in.
"They are a challenge, a puzzle to be solved."

"The girl," another voice, high-pitched and almost musical, chimed in,
"she is a prime candidate for our Eve. Imagine the power, the potential!"

"And the boy," a third voice, rough and gravelly, added,
"he will be a perfect alpha. He will provide us with so many clones, so many helpers for our masters.We are preparing Earth for their arrival, setting up the infrastructure, resources, and even a submissive population for our eventual takeover."

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