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The following diary contains spoilers on the second season of Codex Venator Napoli.

Chronicles of the Dreamlike Wayfarer

Diaries of Heilsèn Borbone: "The Tempest"

When I joined the Rosicrucians, on the advice of my father, I thought that thanks to them I would become a new person. That I would have become more aware, that I would have found the peace that I aspire so much and that they promised me. Instead, after making my first order, I just feel more empty.

Despite all my doubts, I respected the Emperor's Will: the Crypts are now a pile of rubble and Alec's body has been destroyed. As I watch the embers glow dimly on what remains of him, I feel an indescribable pain, in which only fear makes room. Afraid of what they might ask me to do in the future, especially the day they discover what I have revealed to Damian.

I was far too reckless in deciding to tell him about the ritual I performed in these Crypts (and the Dream I had), without first talking to the Flame about it. Now he knows the whole truth about the Relic of the Order: that it is composed not only of the Blood of the Saint, but also of that of the First Grand Master. He knows of the obsession born in that man with Gennaro. An obsession that led him to drink the contents of the ampoule until it was almost completely emptied, before filling it again with his Blood.
What worries me most, however, is that he now knows that by drinking even a few drops of the precious liquid, it is possible to become a new Grand Master of the Order of San Gennaro.

Nobody should know this information: the memory and knowledge of the Cult must vanish forever! This wants the Vision. I hope wholeheartedly that this is only unnecessary worries, but now I am no longer sure of anything.

For now they have assured me that they don't want me to hurt anyone, but Damian is getting dangerously more and more against the Vision. He intends to bring the Order of San Gennaro back to life, wishes to canonize it, and is already doing so. I still think back to my disbelief when she revealed these intentions to me, the day Alec died, while we left the Crypts with the members of the Order.
We brought them before the Inquisitor and now, with the reconstruction of the Walls -those damned walls- the first step was taken for an alliance between the Cult (until recently considered heretical) and Dogma. A great sacrifice was required on the part of both of them to erect them. Various relics of the Order of the Saint, some owned by the Cultists and others by the Dogmatics, were sacrificed in Vesuvius. But that's not all: to erect such a majestic work, it was necessary to offer an additional tribute. Four members of the Order sacrificed themselves, throwing themselves into the mouth of the volcano, and Damian sacrificed his arm instead, to complete the ritual.

When we met him in Santa Chiara he was destroyed and regretted for what he had just done, for acting alone at a time when we should instead be united and intent on collaborating. Thinking back on those words, while still staring at the ashes of the man I just burned, I feel a terrible sense of guilt. I, who most of all, wanted an alliance between the Hunters, instead I am carrying out on my own a mission that keeps me further away from my companions.

A few days later, around midnight, on board the "Caronte"

Since I am in this city I have discovered my love for the sea. Its smell and colors give me peace and serenity every day ... Sensations that I stopped feeling as soon as I started to plow it. I wonder how the other Hunters manage not to feel my own nausea, from the continuous swaying of this ship. I can find some relief only thanks to the illusions evoked by Nello, that bizarre Aragonese Hunter who has often accompanied us in recent Hunts.
There are still numerous aspects of his person that I still cannot understand. I have known other noble hunters capable of changing, through their Arcane knowledge, their body into that of an animal. However, he constantly maintains the feline aspect even outside of a hunt. Faced with such a reckless use of Extraordinary Reality, I don't understand how he can be one of the people closest to the Supreme Inquisitor.

(Heilsèn puts down the brush with which he is writing for a moment, to admire the illusion that is being given to her. He feels his body and his mind relax slightly, making almost all the pain disappear.)

Fortunately, these are issues that don't interest me much. For now I just want to enjoy this moment of peace, while I am shown the land outside the walls of the city of Pavia. Those lands that my mother, Lara Malaspina, loved so much when she was still alive. Unfortunately I have never been to those places, but I have seen them so many times in my "dreams" (when I relive his memories), to become attached to me in turn. I feel enormously sorry if I think my father still feels guilty for what he did: having used me to remember the woman he loved. She doesn't understand that instead, the bond I have with her (born from that unique ritual, and alas she never wanted to reveal the way in which she learned about it) has always and only given me joy. I hope he can forgive himself, sooner or later ...

Around me, I also see my hunting companions trying to relax, after the arduous battle we have faced. They distract themselves by conversing and getting to know the hunters of the Colonna family, who have just arrived in Naples from Rome.

We met them a few hours ago, after setting sail with the "Iron Will", led by Gennaro, and with the full moon shining wonderfully over the gulf. We knew of their arrival and, being the sea "infested" by the ships of the Clan, we went to intercept them to guarantee them a safe docking at the port.

Our help proved providential when, a few hundred meters from us, we saw them being boarded by an Imperial ship, surrounded by a strange apparently unnatural fog. We immediately went to their rescue, risking being attacked by the Roman hunters themselves.

To reach them faster, in fact, Ferdinando Sansevero had a lifeboat levitated, with the undersigned on board together with some of our companions, including the Aragonese Noble in animal form. Faced with such a spectacle, it is no wonder that the first reaction from the Noble Hunters of the Urbs Aeterna, already under attack, was to point their weapons at us. Fortunately, we quickly solved this little mistake, and the Hunt started without a hitch.

The clash was terrifying, but at the same time spectacular. We got on the Imperial ship, together with the Colonna, when a shadow threw themselves against their captain. We have seen the Abomination bite him in the neck, snatching his flesh, while other creatures similar to it have emerged from the fog that surrounded the ship.
The challenge we faced was particularly difficult. The Abominations fought in many different ways, sometimes with claws and fangs; at other times, using instead the powerful Imperial weapons, of which I myself had a bitter taste. Only by fighting together, helping and supporting each other, we managed to keep up with those monstrosities.

Suddenly, however, when the battle was about to end, a powerful explosion interrupted the clash. We all turned a moment before, almost instinctively, and we saw the Iron Will-wrapped in huge tentacles- being swept away by the flames that burst violently inside the hold. Fortunately, the Hunters on board have almost all managed to get out alive. Unfortunately, even the last of the Abominations left alive managed to survive tonight. At the moment of the explosion, taking advantage of our distraction, he turned into a bat, fleeing away in flight.

After recovering the survivors, we then boarded the Roman ship which remained fortunately intact, led now by Gennaro (after having managed to pull it away from the main mast of his ship, to which he had desperately clung, intending to sink with it).

We are now heading quickly towards the port, as the unpleasant surprises of this night did not end with the destruction of the ship. Immediately after the terrible event, we saw in the distance some flames, which are still burning the entire Aragonese fleet.
The Head of the family Erasmus of Aragon is already on the site: we have seen him absorb, making an incredible effort, the fire that wraps the ships inside his sword. Fortunately, there is also the putative elderly head of the family, Antonietta Sansevero who, with her powers, is keeping the situation under control. However, they still need our help. 

The hunt is not yet complete.