Page 77 of The Messengers of Magic

The Hidden Journal of John Dee

I t has now been nearly a year since Edward and I uncovered the information about the Nephilim.

Yet, despite our efforts, we are no closer to finding one than we were when we first began.

Edward has performed many scrying sessions, and while some have yielded valuable insights into the nature of the angels, none have brought us any closer to our goal.

The search for a Nephilim feels like an unreachable challenge.

If they blend so seamlessly into human society, unaware of the immense power coursing through their blood, then finding them is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

I fear that the entity we spoke to was right in its ominous prediction, that I may never find a Nephilim in my lifetime.

Yet, despite this grim possibility, I cannot bring myself to abandon this search.

I will keep trying, even if the odds are against me.

The rift cannot be allowed to remain, and the Astral Synchronum must be destroyed.

It is a burden I must bear, no matter how long it takes.

Edward, ever the pragmatic one, has advised me to begin documenting everything for my descendants.

He believes that, should my efforts fail, they will need to have all the knowledge I have gathered so that they may continue the work.

He has suggested that I leave behind a comprehensive record detailing everything I have done, everything I have checked off in my search, and the steps they must take to seal the rift and destroy the Synchronum.

I agree with him. It is not only my duty to finish what I’ve started but to ensure that my family is prepared to carry on this mission if I cannot.

To that end, I have begun compiling documents, listing every step taken, every lead followed, and every failure we’ve encountered.

I have also written out detailed instructions for the care and upkeep of the property near Loch Gare, to ensure that it remains safe and within the family until the day when the Synchronum is finally destroyed.

Though the strange disruptions have ceased, and the spell appears to have sealed the rift for now, I know it is but a temporary patch.

The fabric of time remains weakened. The seal will not hold forever, and should the Synchronum be used again, the rip will open once more.

Reality will shift, folding in upon itself in ways no man can predict, and the consequences may ripple far beyond this world.

For now, I must accept the possibility that this task may fall to others.

But until that day comes, I will continue my search.

I will dedicate the rest of my life to finding a Nephilim, to sealing the rift, and to ending this curse I have placed upon the Earth.

Even if it takes me a lifetime, I will not rest.