章 363: [363] A tragedy.

[Our empire is falling, the fallen have pierced into the heart of our lands…Our capital is under siege.

It's endless…their hordes are endless. I fear this is the end…the Emperor has gone silent, the soldiers are exhausted, the priests are clueless, our walls are being climbed every day…They are endless.

The generals are getting tired…and I fear the 'plague' has already infected some of us. It is just waiting for the perfect time. I am of the opinion that it is sentient…But further investigation is required.

May God help us.

Amen.]

I closed the diary.

[Diary of a Forgotten Scholar has been used.]

The diary disappeared into dust.

I was at the entrance of the 12th floor, a staircase that led upwards from the catacombs. Along the staircase was the corpse of a scholar, covered in tattered robes, I found the diary, covered in his blood beside him.