CHAPTER 354
"...."
The group froze at the last entry because the style had shifted completely.
Instead of being calmly written with a piece of charcoal, it was smeared in dark, dried blood, the strokes erratic and shaky as if the writer had been in a desperate hurry.
But luckily, the entry wasn't completely finished.
{.... Oh. My bad. I should probably introduce myself properly, but I don't have much time. I'm literally gutted and won't even make it through the hour. All you should know is that—I'm sorry; the one who has been writing these journals up until now is dead.
I'm part of the group. Heck, I didn't want to write this, but that idiot forced me to do it, saying it was his last wish and I should grant it. Anyway, I'm being chased at the moment, so here it goes.}
They all paused for a brief moment, swallowing hard before reading onward.
{... We went into the Spire and boy did we encounter something crazy. We actually stood no chance to begin with.
