[i]Another week gone and I still do not have much to add to my previous reports. Between the volatile and dangerous nature of the Fractured, trying to piece together anything beyond the observable is proving to be difficult. As for the current state of the world, there does not seem to be an end in sight to the development of these rifts that have been opening. They come in what seems like random bursts with little to no warning. The cause behind what is making them form is still unknown.[/i]

With a heavy sigh, Adrian closed the journal with a bit more force than was absolutely necessary. Trying to stay alive in this world that was slowly crumbling was hard enough, but trying to figure out why everything was tearing at the seams on top of that was proving to be a frustrating ordeal. Months had passed and every lead that he had pursued had led to disappointing results. The latest one had led him to the Lightworks district, but so far there had been little to show for it.
	
Storing the journal in his pack, Adrian lifted himself off the floor that had served as his bed the previous night before. The warehouse he had taken refuge had certainly seen better days, but it was one of the most structurally sound building he could find. Nevertheless, the musty smell that permeated through the place certainly wasn’t doing it any favors. Neither was the dust or the general dilapidated look it had, but it served its purpose of providing a roof over his head well enough.

Leaving the dankness of the warehouse behind him, the sunlight and relatively fresh air that came with the outdoors was quite welcome. However, all of the little concerns that came with being out in the open, such as being open to attack from the various creatures that infested the place, were not so welcome. [b]“Let’s see how lady luck is feeling today,”[/b] the young mage muttered to no one in particular.