Prophetic Dilemmas
By Shalmaneser the Maintainer, Year 1177
Traps are set, bouncer constructs armed, and the floor itself made treacherous. Enough defense to keep all but an army away.
Yet, even as I pen this, disquiet gnaws at me. If we had more time we could have built another behemoth protector. But time is short, and the traps and bouncers will have to do.
Sometimes I wonder, what would have been our fate had we never glimpsed that dire prophecy. We retreat—but can we ever escape what we've foreseen?