Mark “The Grand Architect” stepped into a chamber unlike any other on Earth. The walls, black and adorned with ancient symbols, hummed with an eerie energy. At the center of the room, an enormous black cube sat, pulsating softly in the dim light. Surrounding it were members of the elite, all of them present to perform their most sacred ritual—the Saturnus Cultus.

Mark’s appearance was different this time. His human facade flickered, revealing glimpses of his true form—scaled skin, slitted eyes, and a serpentine grace that sent a chill through the air. He was no mere man, but an interdimensional being, part of the ancient reptilian race that had ruled worlds for millennia. They were the hidden masters of the universe, and Earth was just another feeding ground.

“We have kept this planet as a source of energy for eons,” Mark hissed, his voice taking on an otherworldly tone. “The human souls fuel our strength, their fear, their despair—offered to Saturn, our eternal god.”

He approached the cube, placing his clawed hand upon it, and the room darkened as the energy from billions of human souls began to flow into it. The rest of the elite followed suit, their reptilian features fully visible now, basking in the stolen life force of humanity. Their eyes glowed with the power they siphoned from Earth’s inhabitants.

“For centuries, they have been blind to their true purpose,” Mark continued. “They believed they lived for themselves, for progress, for family. But in reality, every thought, every emotion has been harvested. Their suffering is our sustenance.”