《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 150
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The festival was a mistake, and now everyone is dead. It's my fault really, how could I not have thought of this possibility? How did the thought 'what if they have access to nuclear fire?' never cross my mind. Of course they do. Why wouldn't they? They are being aided by a creature more powerful than any true immortal, and the secret to nuclear fire is just so simple. It would weird if some creature from beyond the moons didn't know the secret behind it, and of course they would tell their little pet how to murder millions of innocent people in under a second with the utmost efficiency. They obviously want to know, what with how zealous they seem to be about cold-blooded murder.
Sure, I can bring back my Ents and my Paladins, but that hardly matters as they were maybe a tenth of the casualties at best. It wasn't just the civilians we rescued, but nearly all of our civilians. Our craftsmen, our alchemists, our artists, our miners. We no longer have the population to sustain a military, not really anyway. Not on the scale that we need too. Sure, I can pull back my Paladins and have them make stuff, but they can only be in a couple thousand places at once. It will take a long time before they are good enough to fully sustain everything we need out of our military.
Yesterday I was hopeful to see an end to this war, now that end is coming whether I want it too or not.
Preacher is dead, it would be weird if he wasn't. He was running the whole thing. His replacement named himself Whisperer and left my forest. I could find out where he is heading, but at the moment it doesn't seem that important.
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Junior's lover, that polite Frost Drake, is dead. I haven't seen her like this since the original Erica Hornmark died. She seems dead inside, even when looking at her new clutch of eggs she looks hollow. I hope she doesn't do anything rash. I wish I could do more for her, but the best I can do is comfort her.
Now that the enemy has used nuclear fire the scholars have to openly back us, right? Nope, apparently not. Their higher-ups have voted to do nothing. Nothing! Sure they say that they will support us, but nothing that they can offer us is valuable beyond their overwhelming military might. Raw materials are worthless, they don't have enough craftsmen to send us to make a difference, and they aren't able to make and transport mass-produced goods in high enough quantity or quality to be relevant. They can offer us knowledge and teachers, but we simply don't have the manpower to pull soldiers or craftsmen away from their work for long enough to make a difference.
They will let us suffer and die just to hopefully find a way to counter nuclear fire, but I don't care about that anymore. I'm just going to burn them all down. I already have enough nuclear bombs for it. If I spend a couple days making massive quantities of Requiem I could be at their capital in two weeks, and it's not like there are any mana based creatures that would get killed by the massive increase in ambient mana levels, I had the few that were left either join my paladins or be evolved into something made of flesh and bone.
This war will be over soon, and our great empire does not have the population to survive the end of this unifying factor. Already we are struggling to hold them together, pure spite and a desire for revenge is the only thing holding this small group of people together. My people always were spiteful.
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We had a good run, but it isn't over yet and these are still my people. I will see to it that anyone who seeks to do them wrong dies, even if it kills me. And it probably will.
You can't escape the will of Fate after all. It is, in the end, neutral.
Anyway, Good Night Diary.
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