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It is too late now. They know our position, the heavens above know how, and they are coming. Our wards could hold them for a long time, but they would eventually fail, and in the meanwhile the Devas would have ample time to surround us, cutting off all escape routes. I have therefore opted for another course of action: We'll take the power crystals from the wards and use them for weaponry powering instead. This way, the protections should fall within minutes of their arrival, and when they are taken aback by the surprising turn of events we can hit them with all our might. By overwhelming their front line fighters like this I hope that the rest will have a good chance to flee, so that our legacy does not die with us. My one regret is that I did not train more of them, but they seemed to believe that such a thing as this could never happen. Fool as I was, I believed them. I helped to hide this place, erasing our every trace. How, then, is it that their shining chariots of fire are soaring across the sky as I write this, aiming for our refuge as unerringly as a hawk diving after its prey. It is terrible to consider it, for I know and trust every soul here, but I can only imagine one reason: Treachery. But who? And why? We all know why we fight, why there is no hope in surrender or pacifism. We fight for the truth, we know this to a man. We are brethren, kin by blood and by spirit, joined in bonds of love and mutual respect. What could bring one of us to ignore all this, and make contact with the outside world? For that matter, how? The valley is well protected. There are only a handful of places where one can reach the surrounding lands, or the ones beyond. Yet none seem to have noticed anyone sneaking off to make contact. It matters not. They are nearly here. I must prepare my troops. This is most likely my last entry.

Between lines: Translation:
Kyrie eleison
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa
Kyrie eleison
Lord have mercy
my sins
my great sins
Lord have mercy

Language: Latin

Annotations: Believed by Skadi to be a journal entry of 'Mahaba'ali' describing some of the events experienced by the Watchers/Grigori/Tuatha as covered on Page 107, in the hidden mountain valley sanctuary of Asgartha, with the illustration provided by the Ananke showing what was about to happen shortly thereafter.


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