Heading deeper in you find a raised dais and large desk upon it. You had found no other occupants in this room but here you see a solitary figure cloaked and cowled. The unmistakable form of a Watcher.

The Watcher does not move as you step up onto the dais and as you approach the desk you see why. The Watcher is dead too, one skeletal hand resting eternally on a book in front of it.

Trying not to disturb the dead you carefully pry the book from under the Watcher's hand. - it seems to be a journal, used to record the events that transpired here. Some of the pages are illegible, but you can still make out a few of the entries.

'…The opportunity was too great to ignore. With endless life, we could have united humanity, bringing reason and the Triumvirate to all. Then we would have been ready when 'it' came. Such hubris, such folly…'

The entry breaks off and picks up a few pages later.

'…Liak was chosen. He was sent to Soonari and Kharnus, proffering an outstretched hand to them while he concealed the other. The A'Dendri never suspected his true mission, and he was able to retrieve the Life Giver. Of course they discovered the truth eventually, but it no longer mattered. All that we were concerned with was the promise it held…'

There are several more indiscernible pages before the entry resumes.

'…The war was predicted and accounted for. Their forces outnumbered, their strategy out maneuvered. They could not stand against the Luminarchs or the Golems. Casualties were within parameters and far heavier losses were incurred on the A'Dendri. The ends justified the…'

There is another break in the text.

'…Victory was nearly within our grasp when the madness befell us. It was something in the air. In a single day, the entire city was lost. We do not know where it came from, but its effects were immediate and lethal. The people began tearing at each other, striking down their own kin as if they were sworn enemies. They butchered each other in the streets and in their own houses. The Golems held the gates to the Spire, and killed hundreds in doing so. The bodies piled high, though we were safe here. The Life Giver protected us, but we were walled in our own tower. Then the woods came.'

From the Spire we could see it, a black growth grinding up the land. Villages, fields, roads and rivers, all consumed. The kingdom collapsed and the city fell with it. Any that left the Spire's safety fell to madness. We had one means of survival.'

After two more pages, the text continues.

'…blood tie was weak with the first three subjects but the fourth opened a portal large enough for passage. While the other went through to Verum I maintained the link. The knowledge must survive even though I die…'

Another break.

'…Shadows have risen in the city and the dead do not rot, there is some connection there. Experiments conducted beyond the Spire have led to negative results. Remaining servants show signs of trauma…'

More illegible text.

'… had to kill the servants. Starvation has gnawed at their minds and they could not be allowed to destroy the knowledge kept here. If you are reading this, perhaps the great task is finally complete…'

Another break leads to the final entry.

'… have been here alone for many years now. The gift of the Life Giver now my curse. I will take my life soon, but I fear what awaits me beyond. Would that the teaching of the Triumvirate were true. Would that we return to the dust and nothingness. How wrong we were…'

Slowly closing the journal, you try to make sense of what you have read. What had the Watchers done?