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Chapter 21

Things have gone better of late. As Lilyth hounded me as is her way, I managed to steel myself
against the lightning she called and with the finest blow of my life, cleaved her in twain. My
blade of obsidian awakened like nothing I've ever felt. The power it drew from her unmentionable, and perhaps
unparalleled to date. I am eager to feed on her soul again, but it will not be easy, for now she
seems to band with Farmaur, of the most profane Maran. That said, this is incidental. Other
matters have also progressed.

As I fought through Trothon's tower, seeking a wand on the basis of information provided by my guildmaster,
I came across a text. Perhaps I had seen it before, but not appreciated its importance. It spoke
of matters of the creation of the Death Knights. How they were rewarded for betrayal, by higher powers.
Father seems to know something of the ways of the Death Knights, for He described it as
achievable, but at a price. Perhaps He has the power to assist the breaching of Death's horizon.
I must remember to learn of His Will, and his knowledge, in this matter. For now, though, I have
heard rumors of more writings, in a monastery's library northeast of Voralia. I must investigate...