Xylar's Fate on Xantus

The air crackles with an unseen energy. You wake to the taste of ash and ozone, your head throbbing like a drum beaten by a maddened giant. The last thing you remember is the blinding flash, the roar that ripped through the valley, and then… nothing. You lie on cold, smooth stone, the sky above a swirling canvas of emerald and violet. Strange, geometric patterns shimmer across its surface, constellations unknown to any Earthly astronomer. You try to sit up, but a sharp pain lances through your left arm. Examination reveals a burn, not from fire, but something… else. Something alien. Around you, the landscape is surreal. Twisted, bioluminescent trees pierce the twilight, their branches adorned with pulsating, crystalline fruit. The air hums with the chirps and clicks of unseen creatures. This is no place you recognize. This is not Earth. A low growl echoes from the shadows. You scramble back, heart hammering against your ribs. Emerging from beneath a gnarled, glowing root is a creature unlike anything you've ever imagined. Six legs tipped with razor-sharp claws, chitinous armor shimmering with iridescent colours, and eyes that burn with primal intelligence. It sniffs the air, its gaze locking onto you. You are stranded, injured, and utterly alone on a planet teeming with unknown dangers and breathtaking beauty. You have no memory of how you got here, no idea what awaits you, and no guarantee that you'll survive the night. But something deep inside you, a primal spark of resilience, refuses to surrender. You are Xylar. You are the last hope. And you are about to discover the secrets of Xantus, a world where reality is fluid, survival is a constant battle, and the very fabric of existence hangs precariously in the balance. Your journey begins now. Are you ready to face the unknown? The fate of Xantus, and perhaps more, rests in your hands.