Manifestation: the Coming Dark/Epilogue

After the fact, we had much to clean up. All of us wanted to go after the Uncreator directly, but we all knew the battle under the earth would be a mess of its own, and all the more a mess if we did not deal with the remnants of his army above. The process was complicated by the soldiers who had had the undeath in them long enough to rise as undead themselves. Tralin and Kithia had gotten better at their magic and in some, even once they woke as the undead, they could turn back the course. None of these had felt the Cold that spreads from a Brilhado Necromancer though, the Cold that had cost Jano his life. There was no cure for that ravenous infectious form of undeath. Others who had fallen as undead Tralin was able to keep from the falling into the Uncreator's hands. These we hoped to turn to our use later. Many more, however, had to be destroyed to prevent the undeath from spreading.

Now it is the eve of our journey into the mountain. The prince has officially taken over as regent; many, remembering what happened with Draynor, do not want Tralin to go. He must go, however. We both must. Tralin has told me that in the Deep, time will flow much differently than here. Deep in the earth, the Primal Elements are at their strongest unfiltered form. A day down there may be like a hundred years above. So I knew that I had to record these events before I set my foot below the earth. I need to remember. Some others may come to read this tale; it may be only weeks after we have entered the earth, or it may be hundreds of years. If you are reading it now, whatever and whenever the case may be, pass it along. Remember.