I do not have much time left in this world. I can only hope that future generations are able to forgive me for my powerlessness, and the dark legacy I must leave them.
As I write this record, my final days draw near. I know not how much time has elapsed since the passing of my beloved. The days all merge together into a single colorless blur. I have grown old, weaker with every day, just like the world around me. I have no strength left for conflict or for magic. I am in no doubt that this will be my final message to the world.
After all these years, I have devised a method of returning the Outsider to beyond the sky. Yet it is too late to carry it out. This rite requires the presence of both myself and my beloved. Alone, I cannot fulfill my duty. My only choice is to entrust this task to the generations yet to come.
The Outsider’s summoning has left an enduring mark upon the blood of the House of Arganan, and also upon the blood of all those descended from my love.
It was not my wish that our subsequent generations should pay for my failure. It pains me to burden our children with such a legacy.
I can only pray that one day, two who bear these bloodlines shall meet once more. Though the possibility of this may be very slight, I firmly believe that the day will come when the Outsider can be returned to its rightful place, beyond the sky.