*Most of the writing is worn past recognition; few entries are legible.* 283, Colossus, 1076 AE No sooner had the ink on my writ of exaltation dried than I was granted an audience with our hosts in the holy city. My unwavering faith has been rewarded at last. The last of my doubts, washed clean from my eyes. The Unseen were a marvel to behold. Regal, daunting, and beyond comprehension. Their words hang on the ear as honey on a spoon. Eloquence matched only by their golden visages. I must prove myself indispensable—to our gods and to the twins! I will not fall short of the mark, caught out as my predecessor was. The Eye sees only two kinds of sacrifices: the Chosen—those bright souls destined for greater purpose—and the disgraced, who've failed to carry out the will of our gods and are found wanting. My former teacher, Inquisitor Adin, will be executed on the stone tomorrow. May his spirit do more for our saviors in death than his efforts amounted to in life.