[March 3, 5349, overcast]
[Today was the birth anniversary of the Sacred Heart. The camp was filled with the pious prayers of the Sacred Heart priests. Unfortunately, yesterday, the Mountain Bunker—built at tremendous cost in manpower and resources—was infiltrated and sabotaged by another group of Condemners, ultimately forcing its closure.
The battles of recent days had been rather unfavorable. Those bastards who followed no rules were as detestable as demons.
Fortunately, the trouble went both ways. The demons' Bone-Burial Bunker had also been affected.
Praise the Sacred Heart. May the merciful Sacred Heart bless Stratholme.]
[March 17, 5349, clear]
[Fine weather at last. The demons' evil ritual had been shattered, and the sky and soil had returned to purity.
Good news arrived from the north. The seventeen Demon Legions stationed there collapsed first and fled in panic through the passage they had come from, retreating back to their homeland.
Those damned demons belonged soaking in lava lakes reeking of sulfur.
But our situation had not improved much. Led by the nine great demons, the Demon Legion stationed here had launched several surprise attacks. The Resistance Army's casualty rate had reached one-third. Morale was low, and painful wails echoed within and beyond the camp.
We had received new information: the demons were constructing a Tower of the Undead. Once that damned black tower was successfully erected underground, we would face not only demons, but also the empty shells of our fallen comrades.
Like Lord Richardson, the elite commander of the Silver Lion Knights Order, who fell there ten days ago.
Jesus Tasi said he had seen Lord Richardson being besieged by greater demons with his own eyes, and that he had ultimately died with his chest pierced through.
A bad omen. A bad omen.
I didn't want to face the