|Ancient Journal IV|
|In-Game Title||Day ?|
|Detail||The paper of this journal excerpt is faded and crumbling|
|Location||Bristlethorn in the Forsaken Plain|
|Preceded By||Ancient Journal III|
The paper of this journal excerpt is faded and crumbling.
The count is lost. The chorus now enshrouds me completely, a magic so sublime to blaspheme other thought. Beneath the hymn I hear a rumbling from the fathoms. It sings abrading notes from a cursed lyre.