The teacher stood before the glowing screen, her purple hair shimmering like a nebula. Her voice shifted, losing its casual tone and taking on a rhythmic, melodic quality—the sound of someone reciting a holy scripture.

  "When the Great Catastrophe claimed the Planet of Origin," she began, her slit pupils glowing with reverence, "the cradle of life was silenced. Only a handful of the First Humans escaped the fire. They drifted through the cold, infinite void, their great machines pushed to the absolute limit. For centuries, they were nomads of the stars, searching for a home that did not exist."

  She waved her hand, and the screen displayed a golden ripple in the fabric of space.

  "The legends tell us that the Universe itself took pity on its most brilliant children. The Heavens granted them a gift: the Power of Gravity. It was not just the ability to pull objects together, but the divine right to bend the very fabric of reality. With this power, the First Humans could fold space and time, leaping across galaxies in the blink of an eye."

  The children leaned in, eyes wide with wonder. Lee sat frozen, his mind racing. Bending space? Gravity?

  "They found many worlds," the teacher continued, her voice growing more dramatic. "But they were not empty. They were filled with primitive beings—our ancestors. These species were lost, unable to even till the earth or clothe themselves. The Humans possessed the power to annihilate us all in an instant, to wipe every planet clean and take them as their own. But they did not."

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  She smiled warmly, her scaled hands clasped over her heart.

  "Instead, the Humans became our shepherds. They descended from the clouds like walking stars. They taught us the arts of agriculture, gave us the gift of language, and revealed the concept of the Divine. They elevated us. Through the miracle of their DNA, the union of Human and local life created us—the Sub-Humans. Because of their blood in our veins, we became smarter and more capable than our ancient ancestors could have ever dreamed."

  The teacher’s voice rose to a crescendo.

  "This is why, across every star system and every culture, the Human is not merely a person. They are Saints. They are the Sovereigns of the Universe, the direct messengers of God. They are the most powerful beings to ever walk the firmament."

  A heavy silence fell over the room. Lee felt the weight of a thousand years of worship pressing down on him. Then, the teacher turned her gaze toward him. Her smile was no longer just friendly; it was deeply respectful, almost submissive.

  "And we are blessed beyond measure," she said softly, her eyes locked onto Lee’s. "For we have the honor of such a presence in our very own halls."

  She gestured toward him with a graceful bow. "Is that not right, Your Highness Khalid?"

  At once, every child in the room turned. They didn't look at him as a classmate. They looked at him with a terrifying mixture of curiosity and pure, unadulterated awe.