ENTRY 9 - Heretical Flesh

This page is blighted with mold and the imprint of a memory… The words seep experience into your open mind… THROUGH THE EYES OF AN EMPTY VESSEL… Dormant. Bound. [Knock] Threat. Storm outside. Rain soft thirst. Flashes show shapes. Shapes I know. [The Knock is stronger] Gentle whispers reach from me. To all. As Father, as Fikrul. Barons. Kells. Gone. Another voice… [The Knock is insistent] Pressing. FearandConfusion. No. The mind beneath this one screams to the surface. Nothing, Scorn, a Son… Fallen… Eliksni…King… Akriis does not bow. Arise, commands the voice buried in whispers. Akriis does not bow, but Akriis is dead. Peeled away. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ The spine of the Glykon breaks, its vertebrae now interchanging. Scorn howl to herald the crossing into Nothing. Through the Locus, they hear the whispers and obey: "Meet Salvation." FRENETIC SCRAWL INKED IN THE MARGIN READS: There's a scanner array off the hull near the hangar. I patched a line through to it to check Qinziq's feed. Needed somewhere to listen.