Unveiling Ancient Legends The Truth of the Gods

One of the slug's segmented head limbs flicked. Only legends. It is said they met with gods. They did. Semion nodded. We taught them the way. We showed them the truth. The very buildings you stand by, a testament to our history. You are a god? The butterflies ignited. Semion swept his arms out in a passionate flourish. Yes, and I have come to raise your people up. Behold. He pushed a button on his lapel and pointed at the sky. The assembled slugs followed his finger and watched as a Calypso space crate broke through the clouds. Trademarked. It careened into their tiny village like a falling throne, landing next to the central gold mound with a satisfying thud. You have done well collecting such treasure, Semion said, but the crate must judge you. The Calypso scanned the atmosphere and, deeming it safe, ejected its top. The deep steel panel flattened a nearby alien shrub.