Records of a Civil Official
This is a record of our defeat. And at the same time, it is also a record of how we are yet biding our time.
The two pillars, God and Diablo, that rose up at the World’s End brought destruction down upon us all. The first wave of underlings released from the Diablo pillar spread far and wide, sowing slaughter and mayhem in their wake. But it is believed the second wave and those that’ll come thereafter will be the real threats.
Although the residents of the Capital have survived countless demon attacks, the following waves of underlings boasted such numbers that the people stood no chance. Normally, that would have been sufficient to mark this world’s doom.
Normally, that is.
However, at that very moment, the joint meeting among the humans, demi-humans, and beastfolk bore fruit. When the various races’ representatives received word of a second wave, they set aside their grudges and established a united front. An army was formed with the saints at its center, and they were able to shoot down over half the underlings before they landed on human soil. However, victory is far from ours.
At present, we’re suffering countless minor defeats due to our fatigue and eroded military strength. Does victory await us beyond our present hardships? Or are we perhaps fated to lose? And if so, what will the ensuing destruction and rebuilding be like? We don’t even know what form the end will take.
After all, our enemies are none other than God and Diablo.
The battle we have undertaken is an act of sacrilege, the likes of which have never before occurred, perhaps not even in the world before ours.
The beliefs we have held for countless ages are crumbling away, and our spiritual foundations have been shattered. After casting the Creators aside, will life be able to persist as it has in the past? At this rate, nothing about our futures is certain.
Everything described above details the brutal nature of the situation we find ourselves in.
From here, I will be recording my personal ramblings. However, that is precisely why I hope you will remember them.
Even if everything perishes, even if everything comes to an end, even if these records are annihilated in the rebuilding, I hope someone, somewhere, remembers us.
Our foolish resistance, our futile struggle—all of it is proof that we lived.
Even if there is no possible way to know that, please—
—I beg of you.
Perhaps I’ve gotten too sentimental. Allow me to change the subject—the fact that the three races joined together and formed a united defensive front came as a great shock to me. Rumor has it that the Church was involved in the erection of the two pillars. Because of that, I was certain that the first imperial princess of the beastfolk would rise up against humanity.
Could it be that something happened at the meeting, something that a lowly public official such as myself could never even begin to imagine?
A calamitous act of tyranny, one that threatens to destroy everything?
Or perhaps something resembling a miracle?
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