"With precise coordination and enough blood spilled, one can be driven off, even brought down. But two... That's a lot of blood." - Munda, ambush leader

I am sorry about the mess. The building I was standing on collapsed as I wrote. The luck I have... The hole also seems to have swallowed that girl in red.

My belongings are unharmed. My pen and timepiece are made of Aetherium, so they're not so easily damaged, and this diary is of a magical nature, It doesn't break easily.

Alas, I have opted to do something I... Normally, I dislike it, but I do have good reason to do it now. The act? To have a spell write down events as they occur.

I truly dislike it. To document something is to write things down as you recall them, you write your experience and you also decide how you write said things. However, I'm just too afraid I'd miss out on some details now that I have decided to act.

I must warn them of their missing member.

So, until I have the time to sit down and gather my thoughts again, all you read here are the events that happen around me. I'd love to place a moving image in these pages but in order to properly enchant a page with a spell of that nature permanently, a huge quantity of time and mana are to be spent. I do not have both of those resources for now.

The people here might not have magical capabilities, but that does not mean I will simply consume the unspent mana without their consent. In the event of them not knowing what mana is, I will do my best to explain it to them. That's just an excuse to exchange cultures.

I will add in commentary, and perhaps erase the parts that I deem unnecessary, once I'm in a safe position.

"Good, with that out of the way..." I say, turning to the building where these humans set camp. "How should I approach them...?" I ask myself.

"I could be direct and just... Arrive there... No... In a city this deserted, I'd be seen as a threat." I try to adjust my breathing but fail to do so. "My my... This is excitingly terrifying. This is my first contact with the people on the plane... I mustn't fuck it up."

One must imagine the speeds at which my heart beat at that moment. If I failed there, the people of this plane could come to grow resentment of me and other off-planers.

A revelation hits me like a truck. "Ah! I see it. I see what I must do."

A dog in the corner of the street looks at me with mild interest as I stride in front of the building these humans chose as a place to set up camp. "Hey!" I shout from the top of my lungs. "Hey!" I shout again, this time, with greater fervor.

Someone peeks out of the building, someone with green hair wearing a hat. "That girl with a red cap just fell down a sinkhole!" I shouted once more, and they heard it.

As I would come to realize afterward, the one who placed their head outward was Doctor Oobleck, a man I had the pleasure to talk with.

The three girls and the older man, faced me with their weapons drawn. The man was the one to break the silence. "Where is Ruby?" He asked with a calm and collected voice.

"If you're referring to the young girl in a red cape, I watched her fall into a pit that opened beneath her feet, as she attempted to negotiate with a dog," I say.

I must comment that this wasn't the ideal way to approach these people.

As if on cue, the dog in question, a small black and white corgi, strode into view, barking as loudly as its small lungs allowed it to. The dog, froze in place as its eyes met mine. Anger built up on the small canine, I bet.

"The hole also happened to destroy the construct I also rested upon," I said.

A reminder. These people had weapons resting at their side, one of them, the one with white hair, had her rapier pointing at me. They were very suspicious of me.

"This is a ghost city, what are you doing here? No one should be allowed entry." One of the girls spoke the blond one.

Without skipping a beat, I answer truthfully. "I'm here for research, to learn about the past of this place." Those words appear to have piqued the interest of the professor in their midst.

"Ah! I cannot blame you! I too have ventured into dangerous locations some of which are prohibited, to complete my thesis. I'd love to discuss all that has happened on Mount Glemm with you, my furry friend, but the safety of my student comes first and foremost!" He spoke, throwing a hail words at me. "Tell me, where did you last see young Rose? Better yet, take us to her! I can have someone without a weapon in such a dangerous place."

I nod once.

Our descent into the underground of Mount Glemm proved too much for my magic to handle. Too much concentrated mana in such a small space. Thus it dispelled itself, and I have just now realized it.

I knew it was a mistake to rely on that spell.

As it turns out, Mount Glemm's secret was an underground city. If there are no natural borders, then just create them by going underground. On paper, that's a good idea if you aim to allocate people inside a territory polluted with bestial threats all around, however, considering these are now ruins, some tragedy must have happened.

There are a few things I must comment on, but most importantly, the mana. The underground of Mount Glemm is sitting right on top of a mana well, only, the mana produced there has nowhere to go.

Unlike the surface, which seemed to be a source of green mana and somehow also allowed for colorless mana, this underground area produces exclusively black mana. Perhaps, the weight of the tragedy that befell this place, the sheer amount of death, enclosed for such a long time, changed the well?

It's not unheard of the events somewhere changing the mana on it. However, this place could also have always produced black mana, thus destining it to become ruins.

Admittedly, I was visibly distressed as I descended in there. Magic sense makes one's body sensitive to sudden shifts in mana. The ones I accompanied, Doctor Oobleck and his students, did not show any sign of them even noticing the aura of the place they put themselves into.

Venturing deeper into the ruined city, we came across an organization called 'The White Fang'. I don't know what to think about them, truth be told. They are an odd sort, this short interaction I had with them revealed almost nothing bout them.

They wear white, black, and red uniforms alongside masks used to resemble those black creatures. There is reason to believe they are interlinked, this group and those creatures. I've been told they used to fight for a noble cause, but not anymore. I suppose that's my homework now.

Another mystery is how they acted once I revealed myself before them. Now, you, the reader, may not know how I look. I will make this clear. I am not a threatening individual. Yes, my body is larger than most humans, but I am still below the average height for my race.

Yet, the people of the White Fang hurled insults at me. Saying that I am a traitor to their kind. Are they not human? They are all of ham-colored naked skin, or perhaps a darker or lighter variation of it, while some sport maybe a pair of animalistic ears or horns. How can I be a traitor to their race if I do not even know their organization? Did they find familiarity upon my body? When my skin is not naked like their own?

My confusion towards them only serves to increase my desire to know more about them.

Still, despite appearing to be the same, they seem to antagonize mankind.

As events unfolded before me, I remained without interfering. At the time, I was too busy attempting to fix that spell I foolishly believed would be of great assistance, so I couldn't focus on the action unfolding before me.

However, much like a sign from Ra, a weapon of theirs that shot small yet powerful projectiles, hit my one and only arcane focus, my pen. It's made of Aetherium therefore it wasn't as affected by the damage.

At that moment, I can say with certainty, I felt a hole opening in my ego. A strange feeling of anger and curiosity. I was by a bystander, watching and observing, not an active combatant, and they dared intrude upon my solace? My moment of solemn contemplation of the ruins around me?

Not even the sons of Elesh Norn had that lack of respect when they marched against the multiverse.

It is not in my nature to interfere with history, however, at that moment I was part of history. I strive to go with the great flow, yet I was compelled to swim against it the moment I decided to invade Remnant. I was compelled to swim against it the moment I decided to shout on the streets about their missing comrade.

I did it, and deep down I knew I shouldn't. Yet I have not been punished for doing so. Ra works in mysterious ways indeed.

At that moment, instinct fueled my very being. In the name of Ra, that man was smitten where he stood! T'was not a powerful enough of a spell to outright kill him, but it was enough to keep him out of commission.

It was there that I decided to throw away my complacency.

However, this book is not a biography, this is a book to document everything I find in the new plane, no matter what it is.

The underground city was a sight to behold. The city is very much abandoned, yet time was very kind to it. The lack of sunlight disallowed plant life overtaking the empty streets. The rain from above somehow did not end up inside, so erosion on the buildings is minimal. The fact that the city remained sealed underground for such a long time, made for a convenient spot for studying the effect of such a massive structure upon the earth both above and below.

Some questions fill my mind as I write this. A city underground must have a way to properly breathe, how did the engineers do it? Expanding an underground city demands mining, who were the miners and what kinds of minerals did they find down there? I must have surely impacted their economy, and if so, in what way?

Eventually, we did manage to find the girl. Ruby Rose. She says that the White Fang group has control of the train.

I have never seen a locomotive that unique. It was old and rusty, yet it still worked. This train, instead of moving people like the Capenna Express, this one was outfitted to move cargo. I am having trouble truly describing it, seeing that I am not the authority when it comes to locomotives. I should acquire an expert on the field to properly comment on it.

After some arguing, and the impending desire to stop the soon-to-be moving train, Oobleck decided that leaving me there would be a death sentence, thus he commanded me to come with them for the time being, despite the inherent risks of me going along. I must commend this man's gentle and kind nature.

Inside the train, we found a strange contraption filled with something they called Dust. That thing was a bomb. My focus was still on the Dust.

I had no time to properly analyze what Dust truly is until now, and I only heard about it at that moment and never again. Tomorrow I will have time to properly conduct an investigation on it.

I stuck to Oobleck's side, seeing that he disallowed me to leave his side. He is a skilled fighter second, and a lover of history first. I probably found a kindred spirit, or perhaps a guide on this plane with him.

Eventually, the train crashed, but we came out mostly unscathed. Any wounds I suffered, I promptly healed them, namely a metal bar that pierced my right biceps. Luckily, my right arm is completely unclothed as per the default of my people's garb, so I needn't tailor any clothes back in place.

In retrospect, I should have cast some sort of protective spell.

Prevention is the best cure.

The train opened a hole in the middle of a populated city. I have no time to properly write about it for now, but I should have time to visit it tomorrow in order to properly have an opinion on it.

My time is running short. I have an audience with the local authorities. I am waiting in a place called 'Vale Police Department.' Just now I noticed that the spell failed, so I had to rush to get my still-fresh thoughts on the paper as soon as possible.

The humans here want to know my part of the incident it seems.

It seems that my time has come. I shall go.

A/N: Here it is yet again. Another one. Have at thee.

Avakai: Well, he'll be an interesting character to build up and break down. Think Gohan in Dragon Ball Z Abridged. (Unless I choose to not do that.) About that Elden Ring DLC though?

Uhh...

Well...

CURSE YOU BAYLE! I HEREBY VOW, YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY!

Ahab may have died in Moby Dick, but he lives in my heart as Igon.