Ralak the proxy

Outside the palace, Carter's celestial energy swirled and took form, recreating Ralak's body. His memories were restored within him. As Ralak slowly opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of an enormous golden palace. The structure gleamed with an otherworldly glow, its surface made of intricately carved gold, with celestial patterns that shimmered under a star-filled sky. The palace seemed to float above the vastness of space, surrounded by a cosmic mist. In front of him stood a towering golden door, embellished with engravings of stars, galaxies, and swirling cosmic energy. It stretched hundreds of feet into the sky, making Ralak feel like a mere ant in comparison.

"What is all this? Wasn't I just giving a speech to overthrow the Vorasis? Why am I suddenly here?"

Ralak's mind raced as he tried to piece together what happened. He vaguely recalled a loud explosion and then... nothing. "Did I die? Is... is this the afterlife?"

Despite his confusion, Ralak's heart filled with a strange sense of peace. This place, though overwhelming, exuded a serene, divine aura. His curiosity pushed him forward toward the massive golden door. Even though it looked like it weighed more than 10,000 tons, the door opened with an effortless grace at his touch, slowly parting with a soft hum. As the massive doors fully opened, Ralak's eyes widened. At the end of the vast golden palace, Carter sat on a grand throne, his arm resting on the throne's armrest and his hand under his chin. His divine-like aura filled the room, radiating an overwhelming sense of power and authority. The sight was both awe-inspiring and humbling, making Ralak feel as though he were in the presence of a true deity. He couldn't help but walk toward Carter, a mix of reverence and urgency in his steps.

"Lord, you must be my lord!" Ralak gasped as he hurried forward, his arms outstretched. When he approached the throne, he dropped to his knees, unable to bring himself to stand before such greatness. "This humble servant bows to you," Ralak whispered, his forehead pressed to the floor, afraid to gaze directly upon Carter for too long.

"Raise your head, my child," Carter's voice echoed throughout the chamber, both gentle and commanding. "Do you know why you are here?"

"No, my lord, what could have given me such a great honor?" Ralak stammered nervously, unsure if he had been summoned for a great purpose or a terrible fate. His mind raced, wondering if this was punishment or some divine mission.

"Do not fret, my child," Carter's voice boomed with reassurance. "I have chosen you to be my proxy."

Ralak's heart skipped a beat, confusion and awe swirling within him. "The Treken you once knew is gone," Carter continued. "I have created a new and improved planet, which you will now call Carter. This world is yours to guide, but you must spread my word across its lands and seas."

Ralak's eyes widened, struggling to comprehend what he had just heard. His people, his world—gone?

"To aid you in this mission," Carter said with a commanding yet benevolent tone, "I will grant you a gift that allows you to live forever, unbound by time. And a gift of power to show my greatness to the masses."