I digress! Hilda has also helped me to catch the moment when I was finally able to open The Grimoire and indulge in its secrets. You would think I would have begun with that, yet, once I finally opened the mysterious covers...

 I was greeted with nothing... Emptiness... A series of blank pages of Disappointment...

 I know what You are thinking, how could that be? Didn't it grant one the ability to animate the dead? Didn't it create a magician from nothing but pigsty dirt?

 Yes! Yes, it did! Be that as it may, the pages, from cover to cover, relayed no information. They were blank, and I even tested them for invisible ink. Nothing... It had been nothing but a delusion, created by a worthless sham. There I was, excited to enjoy some reading, with a glass of wine, as rain rippled across the roof.

 ''Get fucked, Me!'' I guess.

 Though, I do still hold my suspicions about the damned thing. No matter how many times I've tried to dispose of it, something always changes my mind. Like an itch from the back of my mind.

 No flames will touch that book!

 I even felt it slightly pulsate as I descended into my current abode as if the change in environment disturbed it somehow. Not to mention the abnormalities the poor girl showcased with her fraudulent prowess. They had to come from somewhere, and the World Scar ignored her completely.

 There is also that vision I saw, the first time I made contact...

 I left it in the library, among other books, however, I will definitely study it lat-

 Later...

 How did it find its way into my room... I definitely left it in the library- I did!

 Or... Did I?

 Perhaps I didn't...

 I should open it again- Tomorrow!

 Yes, indeed!

 Something strange is going on at this particular time and space, however, my eyelids have chosen to fulfill their functions and enclose my eyes in soothing darkness.

 To finish off with some future plans:

 I do think it is time for me to resume research and continue to explore the capabilities of the Wolrd Scar. Now that I have the space I shouldn't have many obstacles.

  I do feel as though I will be forced into some political drama soon enough, which will be a pain to deal with. However, more influence is always desired.

 As for my underlings. Arvel now deals with our commerce and supply chains. I know, a risky move on my part, yet he seems willing to learn and improve, which he has successfully proven competent at. I suppose, even a buffoon has some untapped potential now and again.

 I can't help but see, that Hilda has influenced Arvel in a positive manner. Truly, she has become a valuable asset. I am so pleased I didn't end her miserable existence!

 My extraordinary foresight is unmatched!

 Naturally...

P.S. My nightmares seem to have changed shape, as now I seem to slip into a state of lucidity within my dreamscape. It lasts but a moment, yet the power I wield... I can't help but feel as though it is a sort of premonition for what's to come.

 Strangely though, I do feel as though something watches me while I sleep. From somewhere within my quarters.

 Or perhaps... not only within...