If you know something about power, you should understand that the road to it is usually littered with corpses. And imagine that an entire race had so much power that the rest of them could not even dream of it. How many corpses do you think such a race can leave behind? Since ancient times, we have been called demons, devils, creatures of the blackest hell. But what in fact was wrong with us, than we deserved such unflattering epithets in their address. The answer is simple to the point of banality. It is our magic that is stronger than any on all the countless worlds of the Universe. But as I said, any power comes at a price, and our magic is no exception. To create our spells, we need the souls of living beings, and the more powerful the soul, the more powerful the spell we can cast. In fact, in order to create our charms, we must sacrifice others. At first, we were the dominant species on the planet. All the "lower" races were for us only the source of our powers and our magic. But the more power you want to wield, the more you will be left with a bloody trail of ritual murder. And when the" lower " forms rose in revolt, things got even worse. Now, to get at least one soul, we spent too much magic. Not a lot. Our species was cornered by our "feed". We were exhausted and lost our only source of strength. This arrangement could destroy our people... However, there was one who opposed it. It was our high priest, Kh'arunir. He was the first to understand that we can draw strength from our own kind. Although the energy of our souls was extremely high, no one would willingly give themselves up for others to enjoy power. And then he realized that you can draw strength from our own children who were in the womb. It was a very cruel ritual, but it brought us back to power on the planets. But then we realized that the price was not justifiably high… It is very difficult for us to get pregnant, and the period of bearing children is quite long. It will take a couple of years before we will be able to use the energy of the fetus. This is what these vile lower races took advantage of. While we were reveling in our victory, we forgot that we had used all our children. And it was at this time that the vile Archmage of the "lower race" made a deal with some machine mind. Thousands and thousands of BattleMechs have gone to our destruction. With our magic, we could completely destroy these tins, but we were "at zero" and only had to start the ritual. It was an uphill battle. Almost all of my people were exterminated under the net. Only a few survived. Even those who survived would not have envied their fate. We were gouged out of our eyes and locked in prisons in a special biostasis to extract our energy as needed, cybernetically improve and send us into battle to destroy the objectionable of this "lower" race. Our world is dead! It was destroyed by them and turned into a dangerous wasteland. The desolate, barren land is our home. With our remaining forces, we have set the most powerful spell our people can cast. Most gave their lives to create it. Alien magic here turns against its Creator, the mechanisms completely refuse to work... Only we have power in this territory. The world is in our hands and we will return it! And you my son will help me destroy those who have condemned us to centuries of suffering. O my child, grant me strength and I will wash the blood of those who are not pure…