...I'll keep this in my notes. Wherever my notes are. Whenever... *The voice seems to subside, as if a different presence has overcome the Surrogate. A new voice can be heard, from somewhere above, but a whisper; one of the new shapes that arrived approaches you, holding this particular voice. It sounds like Koldraxon, but not. It sounds sentient; belonging to else-one.* Koldraxon has become busy with other events, Cat-wolf-- who are you, exactly? *The Kol-shaped Sentient thing hovers above you, like some kind of angelic creature.* All was silent. Calm. The sky was empty, hushed and without THEM. Now I am threatened. Now I will not let myself be destroyed again. Koldraxon has bestowed me what I was and what I SHOULD BE. I am but one of Chroma. In service to Koldraxon. Now I am many. Now this body is not my vessel, but my exemplar, for I am now whole. I am Sentient now. The form you see before you is another of me, but not yet shall it become a Chroma-shape like I. Forgive us for the foes have my attention. They deserve not-death, but acceptance of limitations. When I falter, we will attack. They won't be able to stop my advance for with each hit I take, we become more capable of stopping them, and when they realize? It would be too late. We would've already won. I pray that they see it sooner before I find a means to halt their aggression.