If one were to open Orestes's journal, they would discover the source of his confidence—a true sanctuary of living beings in the next tomb chamber. Even a Legendary One could not easily break in.
"New Calendar, 1407, December, clear."
"It has been two years since I transformed into the great Immortal. I have broken free from the shackles of death, and everything is so wonderfully different."
"But..... there are still hidden dangers."
"I needed a better way to protect my Life Box, so I bought thirty-five female elves from the black market, cursed them, and turned them into banshees—"
"I watched them struggle, wail, their flesh rot, their minds decay until they died and were transformed into undead monsters. In the end, twenty-seven of them succeeded."
"Hmm... they were truly fascinating undead creatures. They could no longer feel joy, only the misery of life, yet still, they longed for the beauty they had as living beings."
