
THE AETERNIUM
AN ARCHIVE OF RECORDS FROM ACROSS PROTOS
Journal Entry, Unknown Date
Azrael, Harbinger Of The Lightsworn
Before me rises an ancient wall of pine greens and scattered yellows, tall and unwavering. Relief, even joy, might fill me, if only my thoughts were clearer. Instead, they drift aimlessly, like the wandering fragments of a dream. It’s been three days, I think, since my stolen horse fell beneath me. The infection in my wound shows no sign of easing. If a wild beast were to find me now, I would not be strong enough to resist. My only remaining hope is to find other outcasts hidden among the steadfast sea of trees.
Lightsealed Scroll CCXCII
Azrael, Harbinger Of The Lightsworn
Grave shall become womb and dark, forsaken places will be your light. For what is the sun without the shadow it casts upon us?
Journal Entry, Unknown Date
Azrael, Harbinger Of The Lightsworn