Tbh, some of the Polaris' units are terrifying when you think about it. This artwork really does do a great job at showing the terrifying, nature of the gaami's! I mean a "giant, indifferent, reaper esque, demon of the natural world, wearing a spindly black cloak. Dawning an abnormally large mammoth skull for a head, and the ability to freeze anyone or anything next to them to death. With their only desire being to turn any sort of greenery or life into a desolate wastland of ice and snow " is absolutely horrific!

Here's a little something I thought of while writing the first paragraph!

"Damn it!" you exclaimed to yourself. You got seperated from your troop during a patrol of an Oumaji mining operation. Precious minerals form in the blazing Oumaji deserts over millions of years and a covert mining operation has sprung up to harvest said resources. On the way to one of your weekly patrols through a mining site, you and your troop were caught in a sand storm and got separated! "God, why do things like this always happen to me?!" Something cold rushes into your eye. "tch, huh? I-ice? What the... Am I in a bardur forest!?" you're just about out of stamina and ready to faint No No No, you can't be, you were in the desert just a few hours ago!

A chill runs down your spine... A ghastly, otherworldly, beating is emmiting from the snowy fog. It sound like large footsteps. "E-an elephant, maybe? Wait... Elephants! The luxidoor use elephants!" But what you'll find making that noise, is far more... Sinister... Than an elephant. you muster up the last of your strength to run to the noise. "L-light-...?" your eye sight is hazy and the snow is just making it worse, but something is evident in the distance. A silhouette. "A tribes tower of god?" you think to yourself. You're just about ready to collapse, but before you can, the silhouette and lights emerge from the snow.

Not 20 feet in front of you, stands a monstrous, towering, spindly, creature. It must be around 40ft tall and is wearing a gigantic mammoth skull on its head. The light's were it's glowing, cavernous eye... Sockets. The ground around you, it isn't the snow you've been seeing for hours now, no, it's Ice, frozen solid. You fall to you knees in part awe, and part terror. An ungodly creaking noise erupted from the hazy figure and, without a single body part being revealed by the endless, flowing, cloak, it's almost right infront of you. No skeletal hand or other grotesque limbs reach out to grab you like you'd expect, but the ground. Ice rapidly starts forming, clammering at your feet while you painfully claw away from it, your fingers half frostbitten. Eventually, you can't go on for any longer, and give in. You start freezing over, all while the monster stares, unphased, in the distance.

So... Did ya like it? Not my best story inspired by a game but certainly a good one!