*This once-loved journal is now in tatters. Multiple pages are missing.* We waited a couple days to make sure that the kodan were gone, but as soon as the coast was clear we headed back to the northern shore with sacks of food and supplies. We had to test Tatyanna's theory. I rowed right into the bay. No headaches or nosebleeds. The clouds even parted, revealing just enough sun to light my path. It was as if Saul himself looked upon us. I gathered the others and we departed. --- We've found it. Bava Nisos. The renewed sense of purpose is both sickening in how overwhelmed I feel but also exciting in how quickly it renewed our purpose. Tatyanna needs time to recover from the voyage. The sea is not her ally, so we've settled in one of the safer ruins. We've been here for a few days now, and neither she nor Judge have strayed far from our new refuge yet—Bava Nisos is more dangerous than what we're used to. And edible food is far scarcer. I think they miss our makeshift home back across the bay. And I do as well, but our mission is more important now. --- I'm getting more comfortable venturing into the ruins on my own, but strange beasts that I've never encountered before plague Bava Nisos. They're menacing, with a distorted appearance that's challenging to describe—I've never seen anything like them. They appear to be coming from somewhere to the east, and they venture farther and farther west each day. Judge was able to kill a smaller one and carve it for meat, but none of us can stomach the smell. Their bodies rot quickly after death, as if their flesh is suddenly incompatible with our air. Whatever these things are, they are not natural. --- Tatyanna swears we're being watched now—she refuses to take a watch post on her own, especially after dark. She claims that it is the Unseen Ones, here to give us a message, but neither Judge or I have heard the same. Her faith is strong, so I'm sure her heart is earnest, but I worry that our musty surroundings and lack of meat have made her ill. She paces and mumbles to herself. We used to enjoy our time together, but now she can't hold eye contact.