Scroll Of Amnesia Diablo 4 Novels & Stories

“Do you guys want revenge?” A wicked smile spread across Freya’s face. She produced a small, intricately carved vial, its contents shimmering with an ominous glow. “I have a stash of yellow flower extract from the stockroom. One tiny drop will keep them up all night, running to the bathroom every five minutes,” she announced, her voice dripping with delight. The vial was instantly recognizable to Alruna. Alruna’s voice was sharp, laced with a mixture of exasperation and alarm. “You little rascal! Where did you get that?” Freya, clutching the vial tightly, hid it behind her back.

"If you knew I was getting closer to the amulet, why didn't you try to stop me earlier? Why let me come this far?" Azrael's eyes narrowed, and a sly smile played across his lips. "Ah, Alyssa, my dear, you underestimate the power of the amulet and its elusive nature," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and malice. "That scroll you read back at the first tapestry, it is blank to those who aren't the purest of hearts. I had no idea where the amulet was hidden until I saw you reading it. That's when I realized I could use you as a means to retrieve it."

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

The Sixth didn’t even pretend to care about looking comfortable. “I think there’s a second palace,” I said. “Beneath this one.” Nyx’s POV At first, I thought she was joking. Another palace? What, under the palace we were already living in? But then she showed us the map. I’d never seen it before. None of us had. A forgotten scroll, rolled so tightly it took Damian's claws to even pry it open. The ink was faded gold, drawn in overlapping loops and spirals. It looked like a spell.

“You’re a bloodborn. One of the last of your kind. Your mother was a seer. Your father… was something older. Not of this world.” The words should have scared her. But instead, they answered the ache she’d lived with all her life. “I need to know everything,” Amara said. Nessa studied her a long moment, then handed her a vial filled with glowing liquid. “Drink this. It’ll unlock the memories that were sealed in your blood when you were a child. But once they’re unleashed, there’s no turning back.” Amara held the vial tightly. And drank. The burn was immediate. It raced down her throat like liquid lightning, igniting every nerve in her body. Her vision blurred. The room spun. And then—

“I—uh—I was tasked to deliver this from the Luthien branch of the divine scouts. It contains recent movement data on the lower circles.” Amaria didn’t blink. “Did you now?” He nodded. “Yes, Mother Amaria.” Her voice went still. “The Luthien scouts don’t use scrolls anymore. They switched to memory gems a week ago.” The entire hall froze. The scribe’s form shimmered, flickering. His smile faltered. A heartbeat passed. Then Amaria’s hand lifted, glowing with golden fire. “No second chances.” Before anyone could speak, she flicked her wrist—light speared straight through the scribe’s skull. He didn’t even scream. His form convulsed, briefly revealing a withered, blackened husk beneath the disgu

The next step was about to get messy. “Give me access to your memories.” Verna requested as she placed her palms at the sides of her head. Amaya groaned as she raised her head and her hair pulled backward while Verna pulled out a flicker of blue light. She surrounded it with her powers before it exploded into a flash of red lights. “Do you remember where you hid the coffin?” Hadrian asked. “I don't even know what you are talking about.” Amaya answered, realizing that her memory of Aurelius' coffin had been wiped.

Their footsteps echoed in the dark as Amelia, Gabriel, Lucas, and Remus climbed into the depths of the ship. The narrow passage seemed to close in on them with each rung, the flickering torchlight casting shadows that danced like phantoms along the walls. Amelia felt a thrill beneath her ribs as they reached the chamber's stone floor. She had never seen anything like it—the walls were covered in symbols, twisting and alive, and the circular table at the center was dominated by a crystal cylinder that pulsed with an eerie blue light. Inside, a scroll lay curled, ancient and waiting. "This has to be it," Amelia breathed, her eyes wide with wonder and fear.

she said, tears rolling down her cheek. She pulled out the scroll from earlier. “This…” she said, lifting it up. “Everything you'll need is here. The spells used to take memory away are very old ones. You won't find a scroll like this anywhere else,” she said, placing the scroll on the table. “Take it. Give it to the one who called the red moon. She'll know what to do with it. I only have one request,” she said, stepping back. “I would like to stay here, even if I'd be a prisoner. I just want to get answers. After that I'll go,” she said, staring at Alura.

“Loyalty cuts true; test us—void-maws snap personal now.” Mara steadfast, parchments updating Damian's wing-relays, grey eyes storm-firm. “Chancellor stirs: legacy warns undercrypt traps—expose artifacts, but haste feeds appetite. Potions upgraded for depths; coordinate scry-link constant. Glow tempts, but strengthens—use wise,” she stated, distributing reinforced vials glowing deeper azure.