The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the massive holes in my forest. Burnt to ashes and dust in many places. I still owned them, but there was nothing alive in there. I immediately got to work regrowing my trees.

I spent my morning learning from the older dungeon. The soul is still my best chance of dealing with the anger of the people in the least destructive way possible. I need to know as much about it as I can.

After that, I talked with the others about the situation.

The first thing I noticed was that Tiddol was an amalgam of flesh and wood and metal, more than half of her body has been replaced with clockwork. She took a beating, a really bad beating. She lost her right arm, her entire left leg and her right leg below the knee. And that was just her limbs. Her spine was broken in two, much of it turned into a powder, and many of her major organs were destroyed, including her brain. She should be dead, and based on the way her soul is clinging to her body, she came very close.

I could theoretically fix her, but I don’t have enough practical experience working with the soul to guarantee that she would survive it, especially not with how thin the shell of her soul is. Any attempt would likely damage her memories now.

Azrezel took a similar beating, but being an undead it isn’t quite as big of a deal for him. He’s still fixing up his injuries though. I offered to do it for him, but he wants to use it as a chance to practice healing himself.

Parius has some new scars, but out of everyone he came out the least damaged. Except for myself of course, but to be fair I am also very good at healing myself.

To no one’s surprise casualties were high, it was the ideal time for our enemy to attack and they knew it. Our own forces had been crippled by Willow, just saying that makes me irrationally angry, and we didn’t have much to oppose them with. It wasn’t until I showed up that the tide started turning, and even then I was barely enough to hold them off. It wasn’t until the nuclear fire wielders showed up and torched everything that the enemy finally broke, which explains the massive holes in my forest. They were even kind enough to remove the poison after they were done. It seems that they were really opposed to the idea of the only place in the world capable of dealing with the byproduct of their magic being destroyed.

In the end, half of our already crippled army has been killed, and a fifth of the civilians have died. This is a really major blow, we need to start working on fixing that as soon as possible. I guess I will really need to start leaning into the whole ‘creating life’ aspect of dungeons.

Countless of my children have also died, but being dungeon born creatures in their home I was able to fix that easily enough.

Ten of my paladins died, there are twenty-nine left. I should consider expanding them, especially with how effective they were. It’s odd though, when I look at them all standing together I swear I can count forty different souls.

My father is missing. He’s not dead, the scholars had one of those life tracking things made for him decades ago and it is still intact. The soldiers he personally trained are also missing with him. I’m not too worried about him, he competent enough to take care of himself.

It wasn’t all bad, we did manage to cripple their army as well. They likely won’t be able to attack us any time soon, at least not with anything that would be a real threat. In addition, we managed to kill half of the angelic council, capturing two of them in the process. Tomorrow I will pick their brains to see what we can learn.

Not everyone has been accounted for, notably, Tiddol’s children are still missing as is Askos. The guy that replaced Whisperer is also missing, though there have been reports of him going down in the fighting.

I spent most of the rest of the day doing my best to make sure all of the wounded got healed and making sure everyone had a comfortable bed to sleep in. It was too easy, with so many dead.

After this, I don’t think that the war can end any way other than one of us being completely annihilated. Even if we were to make peace the people would likely rebel and go to war anyway. Their hatred runs too deep.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.