"The Diary of Regulator Luciana Volume 3":

Date: 16th Gaoyang month, 1E 2722(?).

A year has passed and Sotha Sil has not returned from the Central Cog. Marius's health continues to deteriorate. He spends most of his time in his chambers studying or conducting alchemical experiments. I am glad to hear that he is working in the potion

He had a rare talent for tinctures and tinctures. He loved foraging for ingredients. Of course, finding organic ingredients in the Ladis wilderness outside the city was difficult. I limited his adventures in herbalism to an hour a day. He resented this, but

He was smart enough to know why he couldn't stay outside the walls of the Brass Fortress for long.

The machine told me that Marius' condition is getting worse day by day. I hope King Set will show up soon.

Date: 1E 2724(?) 5th of the second month of Bud.

Three years have passed, and there is still no sign of Sotha Sil. Other Clockwork Apostles told me that it may take decades or centuries before he comes back. Obviously, Marius and I don't have that much time.

Nonetheless, we had settled into a comfortable routine. While I tended to the affairs of the fortress and helped tame some of Ladis's mechanical bodies, Marius tinkered with his flasks and stills--for Sousa.

Hill's glory. He kept pestering me to replace his flesh and blood body with a prosthetic one, saying the brass hand would help improve the accuracy of sensitive measurements. I kept telling him "maybe next year" but wasn't sure yet.

How long can it last? He is strong-willed, even like a bull. I can't imagine where he got this character from.

His experiments continued to astound. To everyone's surprise, he invented a conservative treatment that slowed his heartbeat to a quarter of its natural rate without any apparent side effects. The Cyborg estimated that this

may increase his life expectancy at a commensurate rate. But (as with no medical prognosis reports), once again, nothing is certain. Sotha Sil's direct intervention remains his best chance of recovery. If Clockwork

If God doesn't come out of seclusion soon, I'm afraid I'll have to do it myself.

Date: 1E 2728(?) Muyang 14th.

Marius is sixteen today. At least I think he is. Time moves in strange ways in the Clockwork City. We headed to the top of the Clockwork Temple to celebrate. I had to carry him on my back most of the way because he

Lost the endurance to travel long distances.

I'd never actually been to the top of a tower before. The wide view (over the city) was for poets and lovers - I was neither. I spent my time wandering the dusty streets and the brightly lit corridors of the temple

Above - avoiding the pristine vastness of the city. But when I saw Marius marveling at the spiral moldings made by King Set sliding along the glass of the orb, and the harshness extending from the miniature model of Ladis below.

When I was in the desert, something moved deep within me. I truly considered this city my home - more home than Cyrodiil had ever been. Now I know I will never return to Tamriel.

I will live and die in the Clockwork City.

Date: 22nd of the second month of 1E 2730(?).

The situation was deteriorating rapidly. This morning I found Marius slumped next to his alchemy table - almost unresponsive. I moved him to his bed, summoned the most famous clinicians and several mechanical bodies to attend to him, and

Get ready to head to Central Gear.

The more senior apostles advised me to think carefully, but patience is a luxury I can no longer afford. Only Sotha Sil can save Marius. If King Set can be awakened from his dream, I know he will take it.

Necessary measures to save my son. May King Seth bless these honest workers. It's time for me to go.

"The Regulator Luciana's Diary Volume 4":

Date: 31st of the last month of 1E 2750(?).

I'm not sure why I'm writing this. I wrote this diary for Marius, but now he's passed away. It's been over twenty years. They say time brings comfort and eases pain. But I feel sadder now than

Deeper than ever.

Busy. Order. That helped. I threw myself into the work—organizing the Apostles into a stronger, leaner, more efficient organization. I fought crime and published a paper on Marius's alchemical experiments.

, focused on my spell skills; but these achievements were far from filling the gaping hole left by the loss of my son.

For years, I never told anyone what happened in Central Gear. People were right to be afraid to talk about it. Because even now, twenty years later, my anger is still hot.

Betrayal - this is the only word I can think of. I passed through the central gear at the fastest speed, destroying all the hostile mechanical bodies, mechanical structures, and mechanical traps that stood between me and King Set. When I arrived at the calibration

When I reached the throne, I found Sotha Sil sitting on the steps leading to his throne of power. He didn't even look up.

"I know why you came," he said.

I was so naive that I smiled like a child and ran to him. "That's great," I cried. "We have to act quickly. Marius is going to die."

But Sotha Sil didn't stand up. He didn't even look me in the eye. "I'm sorry," he said. "I can't give you what you seek."

I was speechless for a moment, trying to understand what he was saying. I just repeated like an idiot, thinking he didn't hear: "Marius is dying. We need to go back to see him as soon as possible!"

He stood up, pressed his lips together, and finally said, "I'm sorry." This was his only answer.

We stood there in silence, and time seemed to have stopped. Finally, I shook my head and whispered: "I don't understand. My body was completely destroyed but you healed me. And Marius only had a heart that needed repairing (

But you can’t do it).”

Seth came over and put a brass hand on my shoulder, "You misunderstood. I have the ability to cure Marius, but the reality of the situation makes it impossible (this is your fate, Luciana

). Luciana, I mourn with you.”

I raised my head and saw tears in his eyes. I felt a huge anger rising from my heart. I picked up the hammer and raised it above my head, and then King Seth whispered an exile spell and let me fly back

the surface of the earth.

Marius died two days later. Sotha Sil remained at Central Gear to this day.

Other apostles offered platitudes of comfort, like the words I told my grieving parents after my men in the Imperial Legion died in battle. "It was his time." "He lived well and gloriously."

Wait. But in my heart, I will never forgive Sotha Sil. Never. I will still serve as the supervisor of the apostles. I will always protect the city I love and maintain the order and tradition of the group. But I have

The worship of the god of strips has dried up.

This is the last entry in my journal. Those who choose to read it need only know this: "Sotha Sil gives and takes without negotiation or kindness. Never mistake his interest for empathy."
Chapter completed!