Memoirs of a survivor from Kyrthar Tahlketh, written down by Rotragia van Lattius
“The city walls were high, firm, strong. They meant safety. At least that’s what we thought. They became a death trap when the devils opened their gates beneath the city and everyone tried to flee. We pushed our way to the gates, some of which were still locked because it was night. We were trapped and had to flee. We had to … the mass of our bodies pressed against the gate, we broke it open, gained freedom … we thought … but in front of the gate another hellmouth had opened and spat out the devils … but we couldn’t go back, behind us were the masses who wanted to get out of the city and pushed us out, into the clutches of the monsters. I … I could only escape because I pushed others into the arms of the devils, because I knocked others over to escape. Women, children … I didn’t care. I had to escape … flee from the devils… and became one myself … .”