A scrawled note. The edges are eaten away by salt water.
July 15th, 1060
The cities have fallen, one by one. Corruption crests like a wave, and we don't have the strength to stop it.
I'm so angry. I hate running. It's not in a Soulwarden's nature. But anger won't help our Order survive.
If you're reading this, it means we never came back. Maybe Aeternum is a very different place now. But if you're alive, still human, there's still hope.
Take this haft, whoever you are, and use it to stand against Corruption. We'll be standing next to you, in spirit. The Soulwardens always answer the call.
We're out of time. I have to go.
-Lilith, Soulwarden