Conflicts for truth

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The fights against all the creatures made them tired in more than one way. What had at first been confusing for Crimson since he was back on earth was that he had normal times when he slept at nights which basically hadn't existed in the Kathrenian universe. He slept longer than usual, first of all because he was safer than in the world of creatures, second of all because the others continuously told him he needed to rest more than to fight because he was blind. It was frustrating for him sometimes, but Crimson couldn't change it; he couldn't turn back the time and no one could, for that matter. Not even the Kathrenian universe's laws of physics would allow him to do that.

To kill the transcendees was an easy job: They all had their working places and all Allen and the others had to do was to locate them and cut those heads off of their necks. "We just have to make sure the police don't find out about that," Allen once had told them and when Crimson asked what the police was the member of the Celyntra explained it to him.

"We clearly don't have those guys in the Province," Crimson said. "Or maybe they are there and I've never heard of them because I was living isolated from society most of the time."

"I don't think so; I've never heard of a police working in the Province," Allen said.

That made Crimson feel comfortable for a very weird reason; it made him believe he wasn't as insane as he'd thought he was - the world was a good place to live in, just the Province wasn't part of all that glory and peace yet.

They often split up to kill all the transcendees and stayed in contact with Allen by using their Walkie Talkies every now and then. Allen was the one who knew where they had to fight the Cult and where other Celyntra already had taken care of that. It happened only once that Sheila entered a room where a transcendee should have been - who already lay dead on the floor with a desk in front of and a chair behind him. There were some flies flying around over the corpse and it didn't take Sheila long to smell excrements and all the other awful scents which came along with a dead body - and, as a result of that, she left the room again as fast as she could.

Other than that, they kept doing their job for weeks to come. One day Fiona asked whether or not they were supposed to live their own lives without having contact to each other. Allen answered that's exactly what would happen after the Cult would be completely dissolved on the One side of the system of universes.

Sometimes creatures started to attack them again after they hadn't seen any of them for a week. They had travelled up higher to the north of the country with an awesome bus line which could bring them to almost every place they wanted to go to. The other places, Allen had mentioned, were to be taken care of by other members of the Celyntra.

On one of the days when they couldn't take the bus and had to walk about ten miles they had more time to talk and ended up in a discussion about what would happen after they finished off the Cult. By now it seemed to be a quite realistic aim to work towards until they reached it with the help of thousands of members of the Celyntra and other objectors they'd never meet.

In the future they would try to talk as less about the Cult as possible. That was apparently what would grow the probability of the creatures to come back: They'd get stuck into one mind of a human being and slowly unfold there even though they'd be invisible at that point in time. Allen told them about how the creatures first had come to earth and they first only gathered in the minds of hundreds of people before they could break free, become visible while the bodies of the human beings they'd obsessed fell apart and they instantly wandered to another universe they could come to right after they'd escaped the bodies of the human beings; only moments after they'd break free a line would appear and lead them into another part of the world, similar to the Kathrenian universe.

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