"Let's start here…"
The translated journals spread across my desk like pieces of a scattered puzzle, and I begin to assemble them into something coherent.
Alaric's handwriting—now rendered in readable text thanks to Regulus—reveals a man torn between scientific curiosity and growing paranoia.
The early entries are clinical, detached.
He documents his initial contact with the Enlightened Witnesses of Truth, describing them as "an organization of individuals seeking transcendence beyond human limitations."
This was years after he graduated, of course.
But even as a student, he had displayed signs of what would transform into a terribly destructive obsession.
He had grown intrigued with the supernatural after the fire incident.
After witnessing Zarius—experiencing firsthand the power of a true Leviathan.
That encounter changed him fundamentally.
