My hands still tremble as I record what I’ve seen. This place- taller than even Monochrome’s Tower - has remained untouched by the hands of mortals for longer than anyone alive can remember. It is unmarked on all modern maps and we stumbled upon it quite by accident. An unexpected storm swelled up over the land and the professor and myself were forced to seek shelter in the bizarre structure we’re currently holed up inside. After an inspection of the inner walls, Alexander got quiet. I set a hand on his shoulder and asked him what was wrong. He responded with a most peculiar thing. “Do you believe in fate?”
I told him I wasn’t too certain, since fate does strip away a number of my core beliefs of self determination, but, I told him it was possible fate could be real. He leaned in close, his nose just a hair away from mine, and told me, I think fate brought the two of us here tonight.
I haven’t shaken the chills of exhilaration that sent through my body.
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We made it up a level. The drawings continue all along the walls, as if telling a story with no words. It’s quite unusual to say the least. Still, Alexander is dutiful in recording down his findings. He says this building has strong ties with the gods. Perhaps with those at the pinnacle of strength. I can only guess at what plans he has for approaching that kind of power.
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I found the most curious orb today. While recording the glyphs from the walls, Alexander sent me ahead to test out the structural stability of the tower’s upper levels and there, perched on a pedestal, was an orb, the likes of which I’d never seen. When I reached out and took it from its slot, I felt a rush of power that warmed my entire being, despite the icy weather outside. When I showed it to Alexander, he grew excited and called it the key to our further success. While I sense a great power contained within the orb, I cannot sense the same level of importance within it as my friend. Perhaps he will share the details with me in time.
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Legends of all sorts are depicted on the inner walls of the tower. Alexander and I went through and identified each one we recognized. The lowest floor has pictures of the gods. There’s Space, Time, and a massive, dark carving of the Lord of Death, stretched out across the farthest wall from the entrance. Though the weather has cleared, Alexander and I intend to stay here and figure out the mystery behind this tower and learn the significance of this mysterious orb.
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So much has happened since I last wrote in this journal. Alexander made a most startling discovery during a trip of his to research the local lore. A flute - he calls it the Azure Flute - seems to be connected to the very building itself. This tower is filled with such fascinating secrets we’ve only just started to unravel.
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I came back today to find that Alexander had constructed a grand alter in the room depicting Arceus, the creator. Fortunately, Alexander is well versed in folktales and legends. He’s done extensive research into Arceus and found as many details on its sealing as possible. It turns out the Azure Flute not only reacts to the building, but is a key part of the summoning ceremony for bringing back Arceus itself. I can already tell what Alexander is planning. He wants to bring back Arceus with the power in this flute and tower, and I intend to stand behind him every step of the way. After all, that’s what friends are for.
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There are no books with true summoning circles for the creator. The closest we’ve come is the ringed mandala pattern depicted on the walls of the spire. However, legend has it this is part of Arceus’ body as opposed to a true summoning ring. Could it be possible to use this design to bring Arceus back into the realm of the living?
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I have the design painted on the ground, but, something continues to trouble me. How can a symbol truly aid in the revival of a god when it is made out of chalk and paint? Chalk and paint hold no importance to the gods. I discussed this distressing matter with Alexander during one of his respites at the spire. He suggested that blood could be a better conductor of energy in an experiment such as this. The only problem I face in these experiments is how to preserve the life essence from within the blood until the time of each test. Without the connection between blood and life, I may as well paint the circle with compounds of minerals.
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Alexander left on an important journey to the southern lands. He said there was an important piece of the puzzle we have overlooked for too long. I have faith that he knows what this missing piece is and that he will be able to locate and bring it back to the spire without much fuss at all. In the mean time, I have experiments to conduct involving blood.
After determining the need for a laboratory, I set a makeshift one up in the lowest level of the spire where it is out of the way of Alexander’s research. I’ve found that the orb is a good facilitator or energy and, using small samples of my own blood, may have found a way to pull forth a greater power from blood that will not fade over time. I still need to finish the initial tests, but, as I told Alexander, this can only be good news for us.
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I’ve hit an unfortunate setback. Alexander returned late last week while I was testing the energy outputs from my blood and, upon entering the basement, grew quite ill. He says the toxic fumes from my blood must effect him so poorly thanks to the toxicity in my blood and his weaker constitution. I know now that I cannot use my blood for the summoning circle. It disturbs me to think of our research and progress being for naught, but, from where else can we obtain a steady supply of blood?
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Once again, Alexander found the solution to my problems. Last night, he appeared at the side of my bed, arousing me from my slumber and giving me a good scare. He told me - as I drew myself further into consciousness - that he’d talked to the authorities in a local town and discovered they have a problem with criminals in the area. He led me downstairs and, to my surprise, showed me three prisoners, bound and tied with chains. It appears my experiments are far from over with such an ample supply of sinful blood.
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My hands will not stop shaking. I feel a painful rush of energy and fear from every nerve of my body, despite Alexander’s assurances that I have done nothing wrong. That they are criminals. Today, while collecting samples of blood from the prisoners, one of them - the mantine - began to struggle at his bindings in such a forceful manner that my blade slipped and cut deep into the convict’s flesh. I could only watch as the life poured out of him, blood pouring over the sides of the bowl I prepared to catch his blood in.
I know these pokemon are criminals. I told myself they deserve it time and time again while collecting the initial samples. Still, I had never taken another life with my own hands. The sensation is indescribable.
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The orb grows stronger every day I work with it. It will not be long now.
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Hurry, Alexander tells me, we need more blood, Daniel. I’m working as fast as I can, Alexander, hush and let me do my work. He does not understand the precise nature of my work or he would not press me so. Still, I cannot say I mind his presence at my side while I work on our supplies. He’s become even more a part of my life than before and I find his soft, firm words as comforting on my nerves as ever, even when he rushes me with my part of our work.
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We have taken to purchasing food in barrels. Once the food is empty, we keep the meat of the subjects inside so they are no longer in the way. I must remember to ask Alexander for another order tonight.
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Alexander has brought me a troubling gift today- a sleeping woman with green hair that flows down below her waist- and, try as I might, I could not awaken her. He says she is powerful creature he pulled from on top of a mountain far to the south. He says she is the missing key we need to perform our ceremony. He left her on the alter in the summoning chamber. Tonight, we will put our hard work to use. Alexander will play the Azure Flute and I will make the final blood sacrifice while drawing out the power of the orb.
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What monster is this! Why will my knife not cut? This is no god, but a demon, black and tendriled with glowing eyes and many legs! Alexander - you have deceived me! Tricked me into bringing forth such a beast as this!