Well, it has been the first time in my life that I have edited a log before sending it like I did yesterday. It is a weird sense, changing a log. It feels like a man changing his words mid speech. If you are not careful it comes out all jumbled up.

It took a significant bit of effort, more than it would have taken for anyone else to achieve, I am sure.

Still, something like yesterday never has happened. I was so focused on the enemy that I didn't even notice that the log was not sent. (I usually send it the instant that I make them. I almost don't even realise that I am doing so nowadays. I might actually be getting used to this magic.) That would have been quite funny, somebody hearing me rambling on random matters but missing the one that would have been the most important. People don't seem to realise how frequently it occurs as well. How many unsolved deaths actually exist in the legion's records. Well, better that I don't speak too much on that.

Then again, the death trance is something that I have experienced for the first time in my life. It was almost like for those few minutes, there was no other thought in my mind. Even the log, much of it I had to edit into a more understandable form which is what I was doing till now.

Most of what I had present was fragmented thoughts and fractured emotions. Sadly, the log is not the only thing that has been broken. My mana sense is burnt. At the moment the only mana that I can see is my own vital mana and even for that see would be the wrong word. Better to call it a feeling. This is how the martials must feel.

On top of that, I can feel my mind getting tired as I think my thoughts. My body feels as if somebody had been hammering it like a piece of iron ingot. Who would have thought that the death trance would be so painful. It almost seems like a forbidden technique.

As if all of that was not enough, I still might not be completely clear of the council. Even now they are debating my fate in the council. Paltroc, who is the healer that has been taking care of me has been quite happy to share news with me. The man is a gossiper though, equally likely to believe a rumour as he is willing to listen to the truth and certainly not interested in differentiating the two. But he can speak my language and hearing the man speak I realise the thought process of the people here.

I really wish I could have paltroc speak to a scholar. The amount of information that he would provide us would be astounding. They would be able to do whatever they do to get a foothold into the language of the people here. (What the scholars do is miracles, beyond my understanding at least. So don't expect me to explain anything that they do.) How they are able to convert the thought process of the people they study into hard knowledge like this is beyond me.

Also the room I am in at the moment is completely devoid of anything but the bed. (The precautions they took to isolate me and the way that they made a chatterbox my healer. Almost makes me want to laugh.) So the man is literally my only link to the world outside. It is quite funny since all the events that are going to affect me are happening in the building that I am sitting in. Right now I seem to be in one of the rooms in the council.

He has heard that the council meeting involves all the bigwigs of the council. The lady of the spear, lania. The lord of the fallen inked, allon. The cloak, who wields no title. The lord of blood, palok. The lady of the beasts, shilva. Lastly, it is the arch magus of the magicians. These are all the titles of the people that have attended the meeting in the last couple of days. People that have not left their tribal homelands in centuries have come to this council meeting, it seems. Somehow I don't think I warrant such attention.

I am sure that the head office would be happy to hear all of this. They after all have a list of people that they need to infiltrate and study. The tribes are the very first on that list.

These are the leaders of all the major factions of this place, except maybe cloak and he is the man that is supposed to be representing me. talking to paltroc I understand why such a massive reaction has occured.

Well, there are actually two reasons for this. First, is due to the identity of my master. My master holds a complicated relation with the people here. To many he can be considered to be an ally. At the same time he is also considered to be tied too closely to the legion for him to ever be trusted too much.

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Other than that though, the snow tribe is sensitive to anyone powerful entering their lands. Part of the reason is the fragile nature of their cities. The cities of the truelands are protected from the storms of this place with barriers very similar to the council and its surrounding.

If these barriers are breached, it can end up in destroying that city as well. That is another reason that they reacted so violently to his presence. It is mainly to hold him back. After all, he could go about popping all these barriers without any problem. That would be a disaster.

See, hear me rambling on. People would think that I am a scholar the way that I am going on.

The only thing of matter that I have found out here is that I have seriously underestimated the influence my master has in these lands.

I can't really believe that though. I have never really heard my master mentioning the north except in the passing. Even then it was mostly to caution me about the people here.

Even now I am sure that he is arguing for my safety along with cloak. Well, my master is handling the matter now. If it does well or not, there is little I can do. Turns out at the moment I do not even have the strength to scheme properly. That would be a pretty good mark of how tired I actually am given my history of overthinking. Whatever people say about overthinking they have to admit that it certainly prepares one for quite a few possibilities.

Anyway, at the moment I do not even want to think about my bodies present state. I have never been injured to such a state and I have taken quite a few nasty hits just in this trip alone. my head is still pounding and there is nothing that I can do to stop it. Even paltroc stopped after trying quite a few medicines to stop it. Nothing has worked on it. He has managed to stop the rest of my body from hurting using a mixture of herbs, medicine and magic.

So that is how I have ended up in my present situation of lying in my bed, with my entire body numb and with my head pounding like a drum beat. At the moment, I really don't know which feeling I hate more, the feeling in my head or the inability that I feel at the moment.

I can't even decide how to feel. It is oddly freeing to have to not worry about what is going to happen. At the same time it is not a nice feeling to have your life in the hand of others like this.

Today of all days these two emotions are clashing with one other, leaving me quite confused. Well, whatever misgiving I have about that bastard, the man is more than capable of handling things. Better not to think too much on it.

(After God knows how long.)

When the door opened and I saw the man, my heart dropped. For a second I was sure that cloak had come to announce my execution.

"The council has made a decision regarding you. They have decided to drop all of their charges on you. You are to immediately leave the truelands and not participate in any more matters involving the snowlords. That involves building formations for the snowwind empire, as well", cloak speaks, looking at the wall behind me.

The man sits down, still looking above me. Hearing this I guess I should have felt relief or something. The only thing I felt was sleepy and exhausted. Exhausted enough to stop wondering how exactly the council came to such a conclusion. I wonder what nightmare the council will have to deal with now. Any deal made with my master always ends up badly for you. (For an example, look at me.)

"Well, leaving immediately might be an issue. At the moment I cannot even get up if I wanted to. I am quite helplessly stuck in this bed for at least a week.", I ask. My head is still pounding.

"Oh that is fine, you won't be leaving this land on your own. It will take a couple of days, but there is an escort coming for you. Your master will be taking you personally, it seems.", he replies. "Until then, I will have to stand guard over you, to make sure my brethren don't do anything stupid. Well, my presence should be enough for these guys to stop doing anything funny. Well, if they do end up trying something. These fuckers seem to need a reminder every few decades. Cleaning up a bit of their trash should be acceptable to the council as well. The people they allow there nowadays."

"Well, what happened to the sledder, the one that you were giving to us as a gift.", I ask. "I hope it has not been damaged in all of this mess."

Well, I honestly do not know why the ship even came to my mind. I am sure that I should have more immediate worries but it just popped in my mind suddenly. I certainly would not like anything happening to it.

"It is fine, young wolf. It took too much effort to acquire that ship to risk it in a children's fight.", cloak says "and the tattoo tribe knows that the ship is a gift to somebody important for them to try anything with it. Regardless, it is better you rest up. I don't know what forbidden art that you have used, but your body is quite damaged."

"What forbidden art, cloak. It was the death trance.", I reply. I am not surprised that the man does not know about it. It is common knowledge among the legion but outside of it, I am sure nobody knows it exists.

"Now what would that be.", cloak asks.

"A more accurate way to describe it would be the final focus. During life and death battles, a being can sometimes be able to pull out all their reserves of power and enter a state of focus that is not achievable any time else.", I reply, word to word as it had been taught to me. "The legion does not speak much about it, since so few warriors are able to even achieve such a state."

Looking at cloak, it is quite clear that the man did not know about that certainly. For a moment, I worry that I have divulged something that is quite important. Well, I can't even think at the moment how I might have messed it up. Well, whatever will happen will happen. At the moment I don't even feel like thinking about this topic.

The man just stands there for a couple of minutes.

"Well, it seems that matters here are well in hand. I have quite the bit of work elsewhere in the building. So take care and rest up. You need to be able to walk before your master makes it here." Cloak speaks and leaves.

That leaves me here again in this room, quite bored out of my mind. Well, there is only one thing that can be done now. That would be to sleep. If the bastards want to kill me, let them do it in my sleep.