As I have said time and time again, this is the Age of Shadows. A time in where wanderers like me are hunted by the fates and forces that seek to erase those much too conflicted, much to strange in their ways to continue throughout the path. While I feel that not all of these things are the embodiment of me, I do know very well that there is a fragment that lies far within that is this embodiment, and thus I am hunted. With each passing day, this war has been ever growing, for ever since the peak of the dawn the amount of shadows that have risen are of numbers that I cannot even conceive. And while I have been fortunate to withhold myself from being consumed, I sense that soon I will no longer have any other option but to accept defeat.

The day’s of Trials are now long behind us. With now, the only trial presenting itself to us now is the survival of such chaos that now washes across these grand scapes. These scapes that now look to catch fire within various corners and edges, and soon it will spread, and soon it destroy – much like the flares that were ignited within me, but seer at a painful and slow pace. Perhaps I will lay my head here to rest, perhaps I will be swallowed by the forces that have hunted me for so long – long before the Cavern Walls.

For at this time, I cannot touch these Shadows; while there presence surely haunts my soul and weakens me to my knees – the most I can do is run and set fires across the paths and trails that follow me, thus I cannot be caught. But soon, a victor must be crowned in this war, and even sooner I must begin to fight back. For a Twilight stronger than what I had set eyes upon during the hours before Castles soon awaits us all. A violent twilight which dreams of leaving us at it’s peak for a breed of darkness much more sinister than anything the depth of hell could craft. So it is with this in mind that I take my failures and shortcomings to heart – whilst knowing the end is quickly nearing with every passing day. For no road goes on for an eternity.