“Her eyes saw my unformed body, and all my days were written in her book”

“His iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away”

In a dusty old attic, an old woman sat hunched over a stack of ancient notebooks. The light from the window flickered across the pages, casting eerie shadows on her wrinkled face. As she turned the brittle pages, she muttered to herself in a cracked voice.

"His iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away."

The woman was Euryale. And now, after centuries of watching and waiting, her prey had finally come into view.

Euryale's Notebooks were filled with prophecies and visions of the future - all written in her own hand. She knew that whoever possessed them would have great power... but also great danger. For within the pages were secrets that could bring down empires - and destroy lives.

As Euryale continued to read, she trembled with excitement and fear. This was it - her chance for revenge against those who had wronged her so long ago. But it would not be easy; many would die before all was said and done. The stakes were high, but Euryale was determined to see this through until the bitter end.