The luminous emanation cease, showing that we are no longer in Aiottaralc, but somewhere else in an outdoors hill range near a not very steep cliff in a densely forested environment.
A feature that stands out here due to how thick and tall the trees are, easily exceeding 400 meters in height without counting the crown, of an enormous size as its base, something that had never been recorded in the botany books of Clarattoia.
"—Is normal for the trees to be this Gigantic?"; Ask Lorraine with surprised voice.
"—Nothing is Normal or usual in the Combat Station environments"; Reply Amber "—But No, two hundred meters tall is already in the exception frame, we could be the first on this place".
—My Granny told me once that the biggest tree she saw was almost 360 meters, all of the trees i can see here are above that!.
—*Ahem*, Aren't we forgetting the most important part?.
"—Of course not Gretta!, To the Beacon!"; The exclamation of Merzïry is heard by others, and I can see that most people are in a bad condition, as if they were dizzy and tired.
Leaving aside my Party, the least affected are Marckza's group followed by the women who physically resemble Gretta.
The "Beacon" is now a tad taller than before, as its shape looks similar to an hexagonal prism with an ethereal screen in the upper part becoming more large, depicting in its interior a miniaturized version of the Periphery in which we are standing.
Other people come to the Beacon, but is evident than most need a good rest before engaging on any other activities to ensure their maximum efficiency.
The tallest of the group of only beefy women breaks the silence "—I am Garrettla, To ensure our safety and prevent conflicts, I propose we should be only the leading figure and our right hand near the Beacon".
"—I disagree"; Fastly state The Icy Doll "—I, Irithessa, am the leading figure of my group, and I will not stay here wasting my time, those protecting the Beacon must be the less mobile or those who their primary drive is less offensive".
The beefy woman looks Irithessa quite menacingly, but the Manikin Doll remains stoic.
—You are of my liking, My Party will reinforce you; "Gorddzza", stay here and inform me of any change, we will prepare our base, is going to be a long campaign.
{How does she determine that it will be a long stay?}
The tallest woman leave, somewhat agreeing with Irithessa's approach; Which leaves her with 50% of the people present being objectively under her command.
"—Soldiers of Clarattoia, Could you expand the known area of the Beacon scouting the inmediations?"; The question of The Icy Doll is more like an order, but clearly, Efkröwlt is not in shape to take the task.
—My Party need a good rest, and me to; This "Deployment" took a toll on all of us.
Verizon is apparently less tired, but agree with Efkröwlt, leaving Marckza and myself as the only ones if we accept.
—Gretta, Lorraine and Zifarlia can defend the Beacon with Gorddzza while the others rest, but I think we should appoint at least one or two more people with long range attacks to give time to those scouting to come back in case of an emergency.
Merzïry's words are accepted by Irithessa, selecting Oriana, Andára and the the Drêringêr woman, who is not too pleased with the outcome, but does as she is told.
—Merzïry, take the two Soldiers from Clarattoia and someone else to do the scouting; Be careful, and don't take more than 20 minutes.
Amber join us as the four member; Moving with us away from the Beacon to fulfill our role as scouts; Of course, we leave pretty clear to Gretta that she can't allow men near Zifarlia, and Irithessa was understanding enough to keep all of them away from the Beacon, again, just as a precaution.
Merzïry's enthusiastic and joyful demeanor is as notorious as always, hopping around with a speed considerably high, about 95 kilometers per hour a velocity that is easily match by Marckza and Me, but Amber is slightly behind than us.
The Periphery function of Protocol give us an advantage to do our task with more simplicity, nevertheless, we double check any possible place that could hide a predator or any possible hostile force.
—Why are you observing the trees Trektör?.
—Is a possible place to hide Matchmber, as a kid, I liked to scare others by jumping from trees when they were off guard.
—Really Farmer?, You don't give the vibe of someone who does pranks.
—I agree with M-Merzïry.
—Jajaja, as I said, I was a bored Kid in an orphanage with like 4 or 5 years of age, four decades of growth back up and improve my behavior.
""—Then you are 45!""
Both reply simultaneously in disbelief.
—Why the surprise?, And No, I still have 44, is not that rare, Right?.
My question goes to Marckza, who nods politely as she replies "—In the next month I reach 45 years old".
—See…
—You look older Farmer!, Like 130.
—I tough you were at least 200…
—What!, No way Matchmber!, And you didn't even saw me with long hair mustache and beard…
"—I did"; Comment Marckza "—You look like an old Veteran from the Northern Front, and right now, if you haven't mentioned that you were an orphan, I would undoubtedly mistaken you for one of the sons of the current head of the most powerful Family of Clarattoia, Deyrkmöld Threk'Krör Krïegdörn, you look identically to him but with red and black hair instead of orange".
I stop my motion, which is followed by the three current members of this scouting group.
—My entire name is Drïekvïer Trektör Krïegdörn…
The incomprehension in my lingering voice is equivalent to the confused expression of my companions.
"—It can be a coincidence, Right?"; Rage spills out of my attempt to make a sarcastic intonation "—There is no way that The most powerful family on Clarattoia", would lose one of its descendants, much less by an accident, and then proceed to remain motionless for almost 45 years, It is not feasible!".
—I don't know what position the Clïegdren Family is in whatever ranking the richest people on Clarattoia have; But if they found Carmorac, then they should have been capable of found me too"; I start to ramble aloud like a Madman to not enclose my thoughts, because the consequences are dire for my acquittances, forgetting them into oblivion, especially after the first encounter I had with the Gasified Bioweapon of the Farioth.
—Unless Carmorac's Family would had been actively interfering with the search…
"—What if is something different Trektör?"; Say Amber deviating my attention "—Maybe your mother"…
She doesn't say the entire phrase, probably because of Merzïry, but i have too little information to try and defuse a concrete answer when the only solid proof aside my Family Name is literally inexistent.
I inhale deeply, and I can sense that my sight has turn slightly blurry before becoming sharper than before.
{It has happened again, I hope it is not as serious as alwy, although I would be unable to determine who I have forgotten}
‡I can tell you, Even if it doesn't make a real difference, Now you have me, For anything you desire‡
{Thanks Annïzzhïa, You have me too}
"—Trektör?"; The voice of Merzïry is caring, and I sigh, knowing that i haven't forgotten about her.
—What is it My Silver Bunny?.
—Are you angry?, Because you are using your Ascension Animal Affection, and your pupils are extremly constricted slits, is the same as Amber when someone drugged me during a dinner; I don't want to see you like that, Talk to us, Please "My Farmer"?.
"—I am not angry"; I say ruffling the beautiful silky silver hair of Merzïry "—And I am pretty sure that I am not using the Ascension Animal Affection".
"—Now am I doing"… The change is astonishing, and like never before, as I am able to observe the heat pattern of my companions, along with the temperature of everything around me.
Panicked, Amber screams without stuttering for once "—Get away from him Merzïry!"; She materialize out of thin air a gorgeous sword with a red orange blazing blade, as Marckza points at me the barrel of the Battle Rifle For Designated Marksmen that I lend to her in the Library of Karantana.
Differently to them, Merzïry turns around, speaking with more seriousness than her usual tone fill with naivety "—Trektör is not a threat, stop overreacting, having two pupils on each eye while using the Ascension Animal Affection is unusual but completely normal, My Granny could do it too…
Hearing Merzïry saying two pupils on each of my eyes, almost makes me freak out like Zifarlia with a Men near her.
As is extremely difficult to keep any primitive instinct under acceptable control once your Ascension Animal Affection reach this point, which is one of the many reasons of why the Gasified Bioweapon of the Farioth is so dangerous, forcing others to enter in this state but with full genocidal intentions.