The Ancient Aliens are among the rarest and most enigmatic beings in the this dimension —so elusive and arcane that many doubt their existence, dismissing them as whispers born from madness and myth. These entities do not dwell in the realms of light and order; rather, they inhabit the shadows between worlds, lurking in the folds of time and the silence between stars. Their presence is so scarce, so profoundly concealed, that even the most seasoned explorers have only caught fleeting glimpses—if any at all.
They are deemed "strange" not merely for their alien forms or incomprehensible technology, but because their very nature defies the known laws of reality. Their lifespans stretch far beyond what mortal minds can fathom—measured not in years or centuries, but in cycles of creation and collapse. They remember the death of suns and the birth of galaxies. They are relics of a time before time.
To encounter one is a fate so rare and consequential that it splits the course of destiny into two divergent paths:
The first possibility is death. Not a death of the body alone, but a devouring of the soul itself. Those deemed unworthy or simply unfortunate enough to be caught in their gaze are unmade, their existence erased as if they had never been. It is said that the Ancient Aliens do not kill in anger or cruelty, but with the cold inevitability of nature—like the tide sweeping away footprints in the sand.
The second possibility is far stranger: you are seen. Not just observed, but chosen. For reasons unknowable, your shattered fate catches their attention. Perhaps it is your broken spirit, your fractured past, or your defiance of destiny itself that calls to them. In that moment, they do not end you—they elevate you. To be selected by them is to become something else entirely. You are no longer merely mortal. You are the heir to something ancient, immense, and terrifying. A successor. A vessel. A spark to carry forth whatever forgotten purpose they once served.
After vanquishing a terrifying void creature the king of all sentinels, Dylan Daniels emerged not just alive—but transformed. What he received wasn't a simple reward. It was a dark inheritance—one that bound him to powers beyond human comprehension.
Regeneration: The Gift of Unyielding Flesh
The first sign of change came in his body. Dylan discovered he could heal from wounds that should have killed him—deep gashes, broken bones, even near-fatal strikes would close, snap, and seal within minutes. His blood replenished itself. His flesh refused to stay torn.
This regeneration made him nearly impossible to kill, but it came with a hidden toll: each recovery left behind a flicker of residual pain, like his body remembered death but refused to obey it. His humanity eroded, piece by piece, every time he survived what should have ended him.
The Anti-Regeneration Sword
Forged from the remains of the creature he defeated, Dylan was gifted a blade unlike any other. Smooth, blackened steel with an edge so fine it sliced the air itself. This sword carries a supernatural ability—to nullify regeneration.
Those struck by it cannot heal. Their wounds fester, their recovery halted. The sword acts as both a balance to Dylan's own power and a cruel irony—his ability to survive matched by his ability to make others die permanently.
It requires control and precision—if used recklessly, it could destroy even the wrong target in an instant.
White Wolf Transformation
Among the strangest powers awakened within him was the ability to transform into a white wolf—a large, majestic predator with glowing silver eyes and fur like moonlit snow. In this form, Dylan gains speed, heightened senses, and savage strength.
The transformation is temporary and costs him a great deal of energy and focus. At first, it came only in moments of intense danger or emotion,
The Meditative Technique – Shadow Resonance
Through mental discipline and intense focus, Dylan learned to channel a meditative technique passed to him through the creature's death. When activated, a black aura envelops him—a dark, vibrating energy that pulses like a heartbeat.
This aura grants him two key abilities:
Enhanced Perception: He can sense living beings in total darkness, track movement behind walls, and "see" emotional states through aura color. Reactive Shielding: The aura reacts defensively to incoming attacks, slowing down projectiles, dulling blades, and even absorbing minor curses or magic.
The Ring of Death
Perhaps the most enigmatic and dangerous item in his possession, the Ring of Death appeared on Dylan's finger after the creature's final breath. No one gave it to him. It simply was.
The ring is forged of obsidian and veined with veins of glowing crimson. It hums with energy and seems to respond to death—drawing power from it, feeding on it.
Its known properties are limited, but disturbing:
Dylan senses it can bind the souls of those he defeats. It may grant resurrection at a terrible cost. It whispers in his dreams in a voice not his own.
He wears it, but he does not trust it.