The fountain pen danced with a squeak across the parchment as you documented the latest events. The sky gradually became dark. And the sound of the train wheels on the rails was like a pleasant music to your ears.

You wrote the last words in your diary:

...The Eternals.

Outside the window the city of Krat was getting further and further away.

Paracelsus, sitting opposite, gave you a thoughtful smile and a searching look, as if he was worried about his ward. ”Do you doubt our methods?”