"We found this while investigating that camp." Verol saw the astonishment and confusion on Hao Ren and the others' faces, so he took a tattered black book from inside his robe and handed it over. "It revealed the secret of that legion."
Hao Ren took the thick book, which was so battered it was barely recognizable. "This is..."
"This is an ancient journal. It was originally a powerful holy relic, once belonging to some high-ranking Bishop or ascetic. It should have been a prayer book. The original scriptures recorded in it allowed it to withstand the erosion of time in the Nightmare World. Its former owner probably chose to record some crucial things in it precisely because of that. Don't bother with the scriptures in the front—they're mostly impossible to make out. About a third of the later notes can still be read."
Hao Ren carefully opened the prayer book and found the handwritten entries in the latter half.
"...the power is gradually fading. That twilight storm... severed our connection with... The situation has begun to deteriorate. Bishop Aaron attempted to send a call to (an unrecognizable place or person's name), but received no response. We may already have... I fear the mundane supplies will soon be contaminated by the power of... From now on, anything of value that happens will be recorded in this prayer book...
"...Day seventy-six. We've been trapped here for more than two months. Only two scouts returned. They said... confirmed that the Warden Legion had been destroyed. Those powerful war Giant statues and arcane weapons seemed to have lost control. At the places where they were destroyed, one could see... Dusk Fortress and Mithril Fortress were shrouded in darkness, their divine grace extinguished. At this point, it was almost certain that something had happened to