In these final days, I am haunted by a single question: is there any hope left for Sanctuary, or are we destined to perish in this relentless storm of hatred and despair? My faith is shaken, and my heart is heavy with sorrow. But I will continue to document our tragic tale, in the hope that my words may someday serve as a warning to those who would dare to walk the same dark path. May the Light have mercy on us all.
The Brotherhood has begun to fracture from within, and I fear the end is near. The elders have grown paranoid, and their once-cohesive ranks have devolved into chaos. They accuse one another of betrayal, and suspicion hangs heavy in the air. Bloodshed has become an all too common occurrence, and I can no longer distinguish friend from foe.
I find solace in the shadows, and my dreams are plagued by haunting visions of our impending doom. In my nightmares, I see the streets of Sanctuary choked with the corpses of the innocent, their blood staining the cobblestones crimson. The air is thick with the stench of death, and the only sound is the anguished cries of those who have lost everything.
Lilith, the mother of our suffering, has returned. Her presence is like a cold wind that pierces the very marrow of my bones. She has set our world ablaze, her dark influence spreading like a plague across the land. I have witnessed the once-proud people of Sanctuary reduced to hollow shells of their former selves, their hearts corrupted by her insidious touch.
My initiation into the Brotherhood was nothing short of horrific. The elders forced me to witness unspeakable acts of cruelty, pitting brother against brother in a merciless bloodbath. I tried to look away, but the elders held my eyes open, forcing me to confront the darkness within my own soul. In that moment, I understood the true nature of the Brotherhood – we were but pawns in the eternal war between the High Heavens and the Burning Hells.