O ASHLA SOVEREIGN AND SUBLIME O SPIRIT BEYOND ALL SPIRITS what is this you have told me? Can it be, can it really be? But it must be—for you tell no lies, O Life of the universe— You, my love, my mate, my mighty bristlecone—crown of all Lasan’s warriors and her prophesied Last Warrior—oh, do I dare write it? Oh, how my whole being is a storm! Thunder and lightning fill me! My head—and oh, my currents— Hmmm. I think she's trying to tell us something. —and just then all the sacred lightnings burst forth at once in a whitegold blaze and the Ashla itself and the entire universe proclaimed YES—YES HE IS—YES HE LIVES and in return my whole being said YES and my whole being was YES—Ai rrhu’khu’ Ashla’ka lira y-khi rrhava— Visions. Were they good for you? Then she swung a hand towards me, as if swatting away an insect. To her, you are an insect. As to who wrote the other part of the journal, I think the Ryn might have had something to do with it. Just a hunch. Now, she only has to find Zeb. Oh, and help take down the Empire.