"Demon?" Eclipsa muttered, feeling a small chill down her spine, "What does he mean by that?"

The demon did not answer. Instead he chose to inspect the area around, trying to find anything left behind to salvage.

"Did you not hear me, demon?"

"Heard yer loud and clear, princess," he grunted, as he browsed through a pile of books by the corner. He figured they were records of some kind.

"Well?"

The demon flicked through a couple of pages before deciding to slam it shut. Followed by a heavy sigh:

"What do you want me to tell you then? The only immortal ones around here are the Septarians. Why don't you just put two and two together for crying out loud?"

"So that's it then huh?" Eclipsa said, "Even after that horrible thing he said, you still insist on finding those Septarians?"

"My business with the Septarians has little to do with that… thing and his little prophecy. What he talked about was a single Septarian, not the race as a whole," the demon continued digging through the pile of books, all of which were incredibly filthy and was made from the hide of a strange beast that was clearly distinct from regular leather.

"Besides," the demon went on, "that Septarian over there went back to his little 'slumber', so it's not like we can wake him up and try asking him for clarifications. To think the poor sod woke up to say one sentence and then went right back to sleep. Weird… Aha! Found you," the demon exclaimed.

"What?"

"The most recent record of what happened here. Most of these books are spell books and tomes of alchemy, but there's a bunch of letters attached to the pages here. Poor fella wrote it down like it was his last day walking the earth."

"Wait, what? How on earth do you know that? You can't even see."

"Maybe, but I can still smell the tears running down the parchment here. And as for the books, there's a faint smell of numerous chemical compounds all over them which makes me think they were trying to create artificial magic."

"You can smell it that far back? Even after all these years?"

"Rough guess, I suppose," he smiled. "Why don't you go ahead and read those letters out loud."

"Um… alright… ahem… see here… whoa, these were written over 700 years ago."

"Dear corn."

"Right, let me read this out, here's the first letter…"

July 14th, Year XX

The third group of cavalry came back today, they were in terrible shape. That must mean the war is still raging on out there. Countless monsters still go out there every day just be slaughtered. I need to perfect the formula. The High Priest is anxiously waiting for results. I guess sharp blades and sturdy shields aren't enough against the Bugs anymore. Many said that I'm consumed by my work and that I should go home to my family. Good thing I don't have those anymore. They were but a hindrance to my work. I must continue.

July 17th, Year XX

Warlock Vuut came in today, said one of the scouts spotted the Fire Lady down the stream. A perfect opportunity to test out my ice scroll. But I'm running out of parchment. Note to self: tell errand boy to go fetch more warnicorn hide. I also had another council meeting today. The High Priest was extra grumpy today, probably thanks to that fool Vuut. He better not mess up my ice scroll, the High Priest is already angry as it is. No doubt he's going to blame me if Vuut messes up the experiment.

August 1st, Year XX

It's all coming together nicely. It should be time now to move on to the next step of the experiment. Now I just need the High Priest's approval to test on one of those Bugs. Vuut is no doubt going to disapprove, because "just because they're prisoners, doesn't mean you can experiment on them." Yeah, don't be a hypocrite, Vuut. They're Bugs – tyrants, every last one of them. They don't deserve to live.

August 3rd, Year XX

I had a dream, a dream of a golden land ruled by monsters. A land where dragons and werewolves live without the fear of Bugs. A land ruled by a Septarian king. He was glorious. So glorious and magnificent to the point that his heavenly glow covers his entire face. I couldn't even see what he looked like. It was just a dream, yet it felt so real. Perhaps a message from the universe? Couldn't be.

August 4th, Year XX

I had another dream, this time I saw the land bastardized, corrupted by the filthy Bugs and their monarch. Monsters were under the dominion of those tyrants. Many forced to work as slaves, many more driven out of their homes. But there I saw the Septarian king. I couldn't see his face, for it was covered in darkness. I wonder what all these dreams mean.

August 5th, Year XX

Another dream, this time I see no kingdom, no country. Only an empty space and a man with blue skin. He was laughing for some reason. He said that he was going to tell me the secret of the universe. But I can't quite remember what it was. Something about forces of good and evil and an endless cycle. That's as far as I could remember.

October 26th, Year XX

I REMEMBER!

I remember my dream. The one with the blue man. The secret of the universe. It's all so clear to me now. But I can't explain it. Because my brain can't even process it right now.

This war is futile. Not for us you see, but for the Bugs. I understand now. The Septarian king will come. He will come. He will come and triumph on the day the monarch falls.

I see it now. The reason why I couldn't see his face is because I AM THE SEPTARIAN KING. That is my destiny. Those who walk this earth must beware the one that lives forever, for he will bring the end to all. I will be the one to free this land from tyranny.

I have decided to outlive the Serpent Priests. Even Vuut and even the High Priest. I have turned them all into stones. Not statues, STONES! And here in this cavern I will meditate until the day destiny sounds its horns. When that day come – I will be there.