It is in the nature of men to forget. How else can one explain the vast horizons of ignorance but with this divine flaw in their fallen nature? Oblivion shields them from torment, it gives them hope in place of a hope already given and allows them to desecrate whatever they touch without fear of terrible judgment. Why God`s mercy rests upon these odious souls full of earthly passions is beyond me. I can but accept God`s verdict on my entire race. Yet i regret nothing. We fought a great battle… and we lost. The chamber of the Crown trembles even as i write this down, so that he who reads this may know that my hand shakes because of a war, not fear. I can hear the warriors of Hell roaring at our doorstep, they long to end us. Us, the last of the Nepheshar race, descendants of the Nephilim. As humans themselves once said, “…heroes of old, men of renown”. Indeed, judgment is not terrible because how terrible it is, it is terrible because it is final and i go into mine with my head held high. This is the testimony of Shandereloth, last ruler of Nepheshar kingdom, and the final battle of its king…