Superiority, dominance, power.
Ancient texts and hieroglyphs tell only one thing: fear the Cryptar.
"Cryptar, Boolama!" The Cryptarian nation chants this as they march into battle. Warriors tear their miserable opponents apart by hand. They often eat the flesh of their enimies, savoring the taste of blood.
Elite guards remain completely undetectable without intervention. They love the sound of breaking bone as they carve their foes like modern art using their blades.