“My own existence sickens me. I’m an undead stain on Dragonkind’s honor. Worst of all, I’m a coward. I’m too scared of death to let myself be killed. I’d rather live in shame as a murderous Abomination than die as the noble Mist Dragon my family loved.

“From today onwards, I forfeit my name as Azith and call myself Raum. It means nothing, which is quite fitting. From today onward, I am nothing.”

Leegaain stopped reading out loud, pondering those words.

“I see. Azith must have run away for days.” He said after a while. “His Abomination form appeared long after his funeral and far away enough to go unnoticed by the members of his Brood.”

“His what now?” Aryk asked.

“Not now, child.” Leegaain drew more volumes to himself with Spirit Magic, flipping through the pages as though he were reading a grocery list. “I need to know what I’m dealing with.”

The Guardian had already deciphered the code behind the position of the journal entries based on their chronological order, but he still had to scour through 40,000 years’ worth of diaries to find what he was looking for.