(This small leather-bound booklet appears to be a battlefield record book, belonging to a certain Asterleeds trooper. After long immersion in seawater, it has faded severely, and most of the text is illegible.
The blurred handwriting in the middle of a page in the booklet stops abruptly, the last stroke drawn out long, sharply tearing the paper, then soaked by seawater, spreading into a grotesque flower.
It reads, "The Byrnhald Golem are attacking, ■■■■!
Frostbite is cracking, not writing anymore.
Dad, that bottle of purple grape specialty drinks in the cellar, pour it on my grave."
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