It Is almost scary how rapidly my mana production is growing. I'm glad I put so much energy into improving my ability to expel mana from my body last time I evolved, even if accidentally. If I hadn't I would have long since reached my limit, but like this there is no end in sight. I will likely end up reaching my limit to spend this mana efficiently long soon, but that is why I had my Paldins train in large scale magic.

It's eerie how empty everything is, even the caverns that always had a low hum of the echoes of other people are quite. There are no real artists anymore, no one has time to make anything big. Not that there is nothing being created, just that no one is able to spend all of their time on it.

Besides, we have all of the metal we could possibly need, why would we need to dig more caverns?

Other than that I spent my downtime with my father, who was feeling rather down today. He tried to hide it, but I know him better than anyone else alive, possibly even himself. He says that he is feeling off kilter, wrong. He's had some time to reflect recently and has realized, not for the first time, that he has gone from a revolutionary fighting for fame and fortune and trying to minimize actual damage and casualties in his countless wars too being a key leader of a crumbling empire for the sake of his family and newfound people that is at the tail end of the bloodiest war ever. It is quite a stark change from his youth and the stories he would spread across the world. He has become what he spent his youth fighting. And I'm touched that he would go so far for me.

I wish I could do more than offer reassurance that he is doing the right thing here by fighting against the people causing the bloodshed, and I don't think my words alone are much help.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.