"Of the top ten races in the cosmos, we humans sit comfortably at spot three, our throne earned in rivers of blood and mountains of corpses."
The man smiled, his teeth glistening in full display.
"I still don't understand why you had to take me or what this has to do with us." Roy mustered, still confused.
Suddenly the rowdy hall went silent, and the man got to his feet and spoke.
"Are you lot going to tell him?"
From a seat among the crowd, a masked lady spoke.
"I'm a member of the 3rd batch of ascended humans, and our batch brought with us fanatics who searched for a higher form of perfection — lunatics who altered their genetics and created what we know today as the Zods, the number one enemy of the human race."
Another spoke up.
"Us, the 2nd batch, were pretty much the same, except we created a whole other race called the Slyphs, and they turned out to be number fifteen in the top races of the cosmos today."
