Ishiki spent the next two days in continuous studies. Getting the documents translated... cross-referencing information against what he'd learned from the Secondary Ring High Priest's diary.
Contradictions revealed themselves and slowly the shape of Aethelburg's true history began resolving like an image coming into focus.
But Ishiki felt that this was still not the truth. Because the more he learned, the less sense any of it made.
He sat at his table now, surrounded by papers covered in his own handwriting—notes, theories and timelines that refused to align properly. The Crimson Moon hung visible through his window, sinister and indifferent to human confusion.
Ishiki had been reading a new document, one they'd found tucked inside a journal at the very bottom of the pile that looked like a newspaper or something similar.
Year 517 of Divine Protection
'—GLORIOUS VICTORY IN THE SOUTHERN CAMPAIGNS—'
