Rest First

The three scouts exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of Michael's words settling over them like an oppressive fog. None of them spoke at first hoping one of the others had understood something they had missed. But they could see the confusion in each other's eyes that was the same as their own.

Elsa finally broke the silence. "What… what are they, my lord?"

Michael's gaze remained distant and unreadable.

"They are the existence that has long been forgotten," he said. "As I told you before, they are older than us. Older than the Celestials, older than the Demons. Before our kind took dominion over creation they slumbered. And they have continued to sleep and buried beneath the fabric of reality itself."

A shiver ran down Elsa's spine. "And now… they're waking up?"