Erarrat

"A vase, thirty-two shadows, and a burning angel preceding the arrival of Chrys... No, why did we not see this before?" What did she realize?

"What did we not see? What did you just realize" Pale, like a piece of fresh parchment, tossed out in a blizzard cold, I didn't even think that any human could assume such a palet within that stark whiteness.

"The reason Chrys can maintain form while merged and taken over by Deustarmer, why did we not see it? Why did we not even entertain the idea for the past week? It all comes together now, by god I wish it didn't. The answer is thirty-four".

"What do you mean? Thirty-four what?"

"He is a successful live halfbreed, a merge of ancient seed with a human embryo, a vessel for it to walk past the ancient boundaries and exist within ours and the others realms, guided by the other sons.". He was only partly human from the start? Is there even anything left now but his appearance? What is to come now? What does this information entail?

"Sons? What do you mean with the other sons? What are they? Where are they?"

"From our sources, Deustarmer was said to have thirty-two sons, varying from dying halfbreeds to small pieces broken off from itself which gained sentience, all these sons who now exist as spirits beyond our human comprehension of space and time, spirits working as extensions of Deustarmers existence affecting our world by creating creatures shaped by its endless hunger and corruption, but it seems that at some recent point two more sons where born, stronger and with a purpose, guided by the previous failings.".

"So Chrys and that burning Angel are the two new sons of that creature.".

"From what you saw inside the ripple that seems to be the case.".

"What is their purpose?"

"That I do not know, but Deustarmer suddenly breaking through the ancient boundaries through a vessel is no good news for the balance of this world and the realm that we humans tread.". ... What will this mean for all of us? For me, for June, for Emma, for Jonas, for Theresa, and for the world itself? There's this bell clinging through that vibrant choir, existing within my mind's eye ever since my own awakening, facing that plight of near-death, what does this new ringing mean?

"Come, we need to unify with the rest.". From those disembodied sounds, something, a voice from someone else.

"When the time comes you'll know who to leave behind".

Have I perhaps brought something else back with me from that world of interdimensional collisions? Or is it something awakened from within instead of some unseen hitchhiker riding with me from the wake of that trauma? I don't know, should I trust whatever it might be? Subconscious gut or not? Or shall I leave myself to my very own rational devices, that is if I'm sure about what is and isn't rational nowadays? The air, a chilling brush constantly assailing your skin eventually creeping into your very bones, followed by the bright light of a sky that will eventually give in to the advances of the persistent nightfall shrouding the bright permafrost in its darkened embrace, will it give off a shine of purple or will it toss all of us into a limbo of black and white? Completely unable to mend its contrasting colors. Jon, Oliver, June, and that silent girl are standing in a row awaiting the instructions for the coming mission, the mission to find the dark spot where the awakening will take place two days from now counting this very day's eventual progress. I to get in line, awaiting to the coming judgment of our superiors. I look around and I see several groups of people lining up, it must be the different units judging from the slight differences in color and drapery on our winter uniforms ranging from a deep almost black blue with golden insignias to a pure white with a slight blue tint allowing the white of the draped flower to shine trough.

The Unit draped in black and gold is probably the first unit, the highest level force within the branches of Terra Corpus, they are quite few in numbers only three of them, one female and two males, but all of them are giving away this tense feeling of unrivaled power, almost vibrating the air around them, it is almost like a small scale of what I felt with Deustarmer before it all went black, my heart almost pounding out of my chest, the slightly lighter but still dark blue with a dark orange insignia must be the third unit, feeling slightly less tense, actually, if I were to compare they are from my judgment alone in a completely different ballpark but still leagues above any of the other units assembled on this frozen soil. The lower ranks excluding us in the 14th were considerably more numerous ranging from anything between fifteen to twenty-five, considering what Sara dropped on me just a few minutes prior to this it might just be because of the necessity brought by expendable cannon-fodder. A thump at my side, my not completely healed wound screamed in anguish while lighting up my nerve ends, it was June looking into my eyes with an expression that almost looked like it screamed "Sorry but I need to tell you something, forgive me ok?", guess I must bite the pain off and whisper.

"Yeah June, what's up?"

"Sorry, I am worried about tonight" She seems serious.

"I forgive you for the attention grab, why are you worried about tonight? The awakening isn't before the day after tomorrow, and in addition, we are traveling close with some of the most accomplished units within Terra's arsenal, I don't believe there should be anything to worry about, but please, tell me.".

"It is just that... I have this strange feeling ok, I know that we are accompanying some big shots but I'm still worried... Ok, it is not just a feeling after you woke I've been having these strange dreams, not just dreams, every time that I just close my eyes or the times that I'm exhausted, I see this person, always there, In my dreams, In the mirrors, in the very darkness of my eyelids she's there bringing me warnings.". This feeling, churning in the core of my spine.

"Who is? What does she say?"

"She says that death awaits the one's crossing paths with the Erarrat, and by the first freezing nightfall some of their hunger shall be satiated.". What?

"What's the Erarrat, who is telling you this? Whos the messenger?"

"I don't know, but I'm scared, I'm scared of what will come down tonight and I am scared of the next message she'll divulge to me. That girl, hair white as this snow and with a face obscured by impossible flooding lights.".