JOURNAL ENTRY XXXI/IX/MDCCC

The sound of war drums sways the rhythm of my heart. Bones turned into trumpets of war pierce my ears. So much deeper now we go. Our journey is nearing its end... let us take the final steps toward the secret. The realm of the Blessed approaches. Do you feel the light? Buried in the pages of this ancient book lies the answer to the final riddle...

 

... who know that God is never coming back