《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 165
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Willow has some sort of method to damage the soul. We had thought that it wouldn't hurt to let her continue to kill the ones that I can bring back to life, but we were wrong. Sure, they still aren't permanently dead when killed, but their memories and their personalities are being eroded. I should have noticed this sooner.
I ordered all of my Paladins and all of my Ents to withdraw, all they were doing was distracting her. And now that all of her companions are dead it's not like they would be much use in a fight against her, not without a couple years of training for my paladins.
And now there are only ten sentient creatures in this entire continent. Myself, Tiddol, Parius, Azrezel, two of Azrezel's undead lieutenants, Jasmine, Emericus, my father, and Willow herself. I'm surprised that Jasmine and Emericus will be joining us for this, but I'm thankful for their assistance. I hope this will be enough.
We don't have much time to prepare, I need to spend it squeezing as much power out of my body as I can.
Honestly, I'm terrified. I don't want to fight Willow, she is still my oldest child. I don't want to see her hurt my friends and my family any more than she already has. I don't want to see any of them die. I don't want to die.
I am going to die here.
Running away was never an option, no matter how much I wish it was. I can't flee and willow would pursue those who could after she killed me. There is nowhere I can hide where she won't find me, I'm sure she has some stupid method to track down anyone. She seems to be capable of anything else she needs to be capable of to spite me.
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Regardless of the results, this is going to be the end. We had a good run. We built an empire. We formed a culture, a people, and spread them to the far corners of the world. We built something that will echo in the minds of the great empires of the world for millennia to come. We left scars on the world, and it will never forget us.
Or at least I hope it won't.
Please don't forget us.
I'm not sure I can face that kind of oblivion after all of this.
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