“This is what you meant, isn’t it?” I asked, holding up the diary. “Yes, Tower Master,” Ea replied before vanishing, presumably to leave me to my reading. Alone now, I sat at the desk and opened the grimy, hand-stained notebook. [Imperial Calendar 191. 10. 09. My name is Anton Aximus, the man who will become the next Tower Master. This text is a record of my heroic ascent to power and will surely serve as an excellent guide for the Tower Masters who follow in my footsteps.]