Today was more of yesterday. All I really worked on was connective tissues, though I did get farther today than I did yesterday. I think it will be about six days from now before I get to the same level of efficiency I had before.


    The highlight of the day came when Par’s hobgoblins returned, with three small dungeon cores. Each of the cores was about half the size of the ones I had before. I didn’t hesitate to grab them one at a time, watching as they melted into my palm one after another. Before I didn’t notice any real change, maybe because I wasn’t looking for one, but this time I did. It was small, almost inconsequential. It wasn’t a real improvement in anything as far as I could tell, instead, it seemed to be affecting something inside of me. I wasn’t able to figure out what that something was, the feeling of it had faded almost as soon as I noticed it. I’m going to need a lot more dungeon cores to figure this out, too bad they’re so rare. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Anyway, Good Night Diary