Final Entry
It's over. We did it. The combat was as unsettling as it was bizarre. We were assaulted by strange ghostly apparitions. The things they spoke of made no sense for us. It seemed to be addressing our employer not us.
After that the ghosts took on a physical form and attacked us. More and more kept coming up, as soon as we killed one another one took its place. Eventually their forms began to become grotesque and disfigured.
But even that stopped at some point.
The ghosts all melded into one another, turning into a gigantic horror that seemed to bend and control the very fabric of space. The nature of its attacks was terrible. It ripped our skin and eyes apart, then seemingly reassembled us in an instant. The agony I felt in those moments is indescribable. And yet we pushed on.
Finally the cosmic horror that caused all this revealed itself. The heart of the world. No, the heart of darkness. The fight against it was pure chaos. I can barely remember what had happened. Most of my memories of the battle are of the heart raining toxic clouds on us as well as flashes of horrific images. Eventually the heart itself attacked. Elizabeth fell first, then Avaganthimos. The attack was unbearable to watch, I cannot even imagine what it must have felt like to be its victim. Even having my skin ripped apart and then crudely reassembled would have been preferable to witnessing another such attack.
But somehow we prevailed. As the heart fell it spoke one last time. It cried out that it will reawaken in the future, shattering the earth itself and that it won't be possible to avert its awakening next time. A spiteful lie, uttered by a false god? Possibly. But I won't be around to find out. Our boss committed suicide so there's nothing holding me to this hamlet anymore. And I have a very interesting quest in line.
Martha spoke to me. She was very hesitant at first because what she told me is heresy. She said that she once heard of a spell that allows one to be reborn in another world, without any pervious memories or effects. The spell can be performed even by the dead, as long as they are summoned forth, as undead or as spirits. She had dismissed it as nonsense when she first heard the rumors as she believed that travel through space-time is impossible. Now that she has been proven wrong however she changed her mind. Her disgust at the heart of darkness and disillusionment with the church served me well in that regard. So we're leaving. We're not alone in this either, we've got Snow White with us, as well as Nash and Vorrgrim, they have decided to follow us in the hope of finding more corrupted horrors to kill.
The artifacts and knowledge required for a spell like this are difficult to procure but I believe the result will be well worth it. I'll be with my companions once more, in a world that's not threatened by such abominations as the heart.
*Author's note: And this is where this stops being a fanfic since anything that's Darkest Dungeon related has been resolved. So we're done. Thank you for reading.