Xylos Warden Protocol Chimera

The air crackles, not with energy, but with a thick, cloying silence. Above, the twin suns of Xylos beat down, relentless and unforgiving, painting the rusted canyons in shades of burnt orange and decaying violet. You wake, or perhaps *re-awaken*, in a dilapidated transport pod, its emergency beacon flickering a mournful dirge into the desolate landscape. Your memory is a fragmented mosaic, shards of faces, whispered commands, and the haunting echo of a mission long forgotten. All you know is the cold steel of your gauntlet against your skin and the gnawing certainty that you are *needed*. Xylos was once a jewel, a hub of intergalactic trade and scientific advancement. Now, it's a tomb, riddled with forgotten technologies and the ghosts of a cataclysmic war. The whispers in the wind carry tales of the Kryll, creatures born from the planet's shattered core, driven by an insatiable hunger and an unyielding hatred for anything touched by the light. They are the inheritors of this ruined world, and they will not welcome you. The transport pod hisses one last, pathetic breath of recycled air, then falls silent. The display screen flickers, displaying a single, cryptic message: "Activate Protocol Chimera. Secure the Nexus. Resist the Kryll." Protocol Chimera. The Nexus. Words that taste like ash in your mouth, hints of a past you can barely grasp. You are a Warden, or what remains of one. A relic of a bygone era, imbued with forgotten knowledge and dormant power. Your purpose, once clear, is now shrouded in the dust of Xylos, waiting to be rediscovered. But you are not alone. Scavengers, desperate for scraps of salvage, roam the canyons. Feral Automatons, programmed with outdated directives, patrol their designated territories. And lurking in the shadows, the Kryll watch, their iridescent eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. The sun bleeds across the horizon, painting the sky in hues of impending doom. Your hand tightens on the activation rune etched into your gauntlet. It's time to step out into the wasteland. It's time to remember. It's time to survive. Xylos awaits, Warden. Your legend, and your doom, will be forged in its unforgiving heart. What will you choose?