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We salvaged what we could from Weisshaupt after we killed the gods. There were tablets…fragments…preserved with magic, which Emmrich said might have been Issaya’s work. The same kind of stasis used on the eggs. The tablets weren’t her writing—it’s a language none of us recognize. I swear some of the symbols look like griffons. Damn, these things are old.
No one knows the true nature of griffons before the Blights. I’m just barely starting to understand their nature now. We know they hate blight, and if blight came from Titan’s dreams and anger, what does that mean?