You are Shangrin, full name Shand'gralla'drin. You have been in Archaea for some time, near the site of Father's Spear.

*Mark was quickly heading to the right place, the Father. He wasn't controlling himself; his entire body was being infected. Awareness of pain, fear, and helplessness filled Mrk'grsh'traklar's mind. But it was too late; he was infected with Purification and could not resist the Father's will, no matter how much he wanted to. The wild nature of his race, the insect-like nature, made itself felt clearly. Scaly wings like the huge wings of a dragonfly, and several pairs of arthropod legs that had previously been hidden under the robes, were now bare and covered with crystals of infected skint. The latter caused severe physical pain.

A soft hum could be heard from his abdomen, where the ribbon bags were located, as the vermilion moved with quick and sharp movements to the place where the obvious key to opening the Seal that held Father back was located. Mark didn't know yet that he would be met by another vermilion, which was you. — Attack him. No one and nothing should interfere with me — Father's terrible voice could be heard in Mark's head. He didn't control himself as he took up an attacking stance.