A 2.5-meter-tall, graceful being made of soft, glowing mist was sitting on a chair.
His body had no hard edges—it flowed and shifted like smoke, but he still had a clear shape, like a monster dressed in robes of starlight.
His skin shimmered with colors like blue, purple, and silver, always moving like a slow river.
His eyes were bright and deep, like tiny galaxies spinning in the dark.
Around his head floated small rings of light, slowly turning without ever touching him.
He had long claws, and his body somewhat resembled a knight.
*Picture*
He was Praline Gelatina, the Progenitor and the Leader of the Nebuliths, a race that led the World of Gelatina.
In front of Praline stood another Nebulith, his subordinate, who was here to make a report.
"The Scorvane look like they are ready for war. Their army is prepared, and they seem to be waiting for a signal. They can attack at any moment now."
"So they are going to follow through with it, huh…"
