“I won’t provoke Tezka and Orulm again until I’m certain I can beat them, and I won’t join an Organization that would force me to share my hard-earned knowledge with those who might become my future rivals.

“Not when I’ve already replaced most of my pseudo cores with power cores and only need to learn the secret of artificial mana organs to become the perfect being who will stand above all.”

‘The ink dates to about thirty years ago.’ Leegaain pondered. ‘It’s no wonder nobody remembered Raum. He was friendly to Zor, while Orulm and Tezka fought too many arrogant Eldritches to remember someone they fought only once.’

“Year 39,997 Day 236

“I can’t believe what I’m about to write, but there is no point in denying the truth. For the past few years, I feared that the Master might follow in my footsteps and replicate my work with the help of his witless associates.

“That after witnessing Valeron’s miracle, the other Eldritches would have pooled their resources to achieve in years what it has taken me almost forty millennia. I was wrong, and I couldn’t be happier for it.

“Those very same Eldritches who gained the strength and skill to humble me have lost their minds and followed what I assume must be a human down the most inane path possible.