My own brother told me that what I suggested was the rankest heresy. Yet how can the search for truth ever be heretical? How can employing the mind and thought bestowed upon us by the gods ever be anything but pure and just?

Just look at this wondrous place. Take it in, and walk the steps the gods themselves laid before us. My brother, I fear, is blinded by the words of mere men. I seek the works of those who ascended to another plane of existence. I shall find the truth of their disappearance, or I will die. Perhaps both. And maybe, one day, Toric will understand why.