Chapter 175: Book 3: Household Battle
It is the 4,900th day of Awakening.
A hundred days have passed since the last Record. The decay has grown exponentially — we are no longer able to see outside our city. A pitch-black darkness surrounds us. Everything within, however, remains perfectly lit. The Seers are baffled, and the citizens are doing their best to contain their panic.
My sons have taken on leadership roles in the crisis. I could not be more proud of them. The elder, Juri, now helps to break up the conflicts that have been erupting more frequently between our people. Tensions are high, and I cannot blame them.
The younger, Yarun, has learned medical Firmament techniques, and applies them to healing and preventing the spread of disease. He is a kind man — I have seen him more than once, both as his patient and as his mother.
They both seem so tired, but so determined. I wish their lives could be more than this.
—6th inscription on First Sky's final Record
Zhir found himself annoyed.
It wasn't a feeling he was accustomed to. Neither of his selves—not the part of him that had the true Zhir's memories and expertise, nor the part of him that was an age-old Remnant that had been stuck in a ruined city for centuries—were the type to let something so simple slip past them.
And yet.