From the Lost Diaries of Iraklis Vidalatos

five centuries ago

Xavlin.

His very name chills me, even as I sit here, knowing he is finally locked away.

I fear he will find ways to poison the minds of our seers, sending twisted visions and empty promises.

To the women of my blood, you are the most vulnerable. If such visions should reach you, guard your heart against them. Heed no words of peace, redemption, or power.

All are lies, and any answer to his call will be our ruin.

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