《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 162
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Today I laid my eyes on the enemy capital for the first time. I can see why they chose this city. Its radiant walls put pearlhold to shame. There is a permanent sunbeam striking the city just right to produce a truly dazzling result, like perfectly cut gemstones. I'm pretty sure some of the buildings are actually made of gemstones too, which is crazy, who has that much of any kind of gemstone? Certainly not me. We didn't exactly pull many of them out of the ground, and the ones we did weren't exactly high quality.
I can see why they chose this city, although the fact that it is their capital probably played more of a role in its splendor than anything else. I almost feel bad for wanting to destroy it, almost.
We will reach their city in a matter of hours, and they are working double-time to stop us. Or more specifically they are trying to thin our numbers, from what we have learned from the commanders that we have captured they are very aware of our precarious situation. They believe, rightly so, that we will completely collapse if they manage to kill a good chunk of our soldiers.
The last remaining member of their 'angelic council' has taken the field today as well. They aren't quite as durable as Willow, but they have a much greater potential for destruction. We need to take them out if we are going to reach the city, and all we need to do is reach the city.
Whisperer popped back up in an explosive way. A suicide bombing, a very effective suicide bombing. He managed to take out not only their nuclear fire wielder, but also the majority of their reserve forces, or at least that is what he said to me over telepathy before detonating a collection of alchemical explosives. He was asking for permission, he wanted to ensure that he was serving me well in death. I told him to do it, saying to myself that I would save his soul and reincarnate him, knowing full well that grabbing a soul from that kind of distance is really hard, grabbing a specific soul that you aren't familiar with from a crowd of them is also really hard, and doing both at the same time is nearly impossible for me. I failed, I knew I was going to fail. I have ordered people to their death before, to fight against an enemy that would see us all slaughtered, but I have never ordered someone to die for me, not without immediately bringing them back in a new body. I would do it again given the option, but it makes me feel sick. I hate this, I just want it all to be over.
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We just need to take out their leader and it will be, or maybe not even that. All we need to do is keep him occupied for a couple minutes, which is easier said than done. I think we can do it, we have no choice but to do it.
I need to prepare and make sure everything is ready.
Anyway, Good Night Diary.
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