Tomorrow, Lady Ramillia will exist only in these pages.

Over a century has passed since I completed my first two journals. Most immortals my age have written dozens in an attempt to remember their various lives. A hundred years have passed as I have tried to forget mine. For decades, my duty to this world has been to loosen the Incola stranglehold on humanity. My actions only strengthened a far more dangerous grip. One that must be unfurled.

This, my third and final journal, must be written tonight.

For tomorrow, I die.