A crumbling journal page flecked with rust-colored stains
Journal of Warden Alazar
VII.XXVII.MLX
It's as I feared. My leg is useless, broken in the battle. Pravin and Michael carried me to Arcturus Tower, but I can see that my weight is a burden. They're already exhausted…there's still so much further...
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Journal of Warden Alazar
VII.XXVII.MLX
It's as I feared. My leg is useless, broken in the battle. Pravin and Michael carried me to Arcturus Tower, but I can see that my weight is a burden. They're already exhausted…there's still so much further to run.
I told them to leave me behind. I knew they'd get farther without me. They refused, like I knew they would. Michael swore the loudest. But in the end, even he couldn't disobey my orders.
I've barricaded the doors and lit a bonfire on the roof. The enemy can't fail to see it. Hopefully, they'll take the bait. If I can buy enough time for the others to escape, I don't care what happens to me.
