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The Journal of Zoltun Kulle was a tome in Diablo IV, exclusive to Season of the Construct.
Entry 1[]
Today, we begin the work, and when it is done, we will have changed the world. The Loom will be our masterpiece. I write this not out of arrogance, but surety of purpose.
Matter is proportionally mutable to the energy expended; a candle may turn a book to ash, but it will never turn a mountain to sea. With the Loom, such limitations are meaningless. All may become all.
Rather fitting that today, of all days, the Horadrim should send a courier to beg for aid. While they play at fighting the Viz-Jaq'taar's war, I create wonders.
Entry 2[]
Let it be known: the work is done, and the minds of Zoltun Kulle and Ayuzhan of Caldeum have birthed a miracle.
Before my very eyes, the Loom wove inert, ambient energy into a focused stream of fire. It burned my palm, and I laughed with joy.
Ayuzhan embraced me. I could feel time slow. I could see the filaments of his iris in the firelight.
He is my peer. In a way no one has ever been.
Entry 3[]
A demon slipped past our wards. I can see it as I write this: a red mist, wreathing the Loom. Suckling on it. It grows with each moment.
A demon. A being of ether and feeling. And not even that. It shimmers in the light; it can barely maintain its form.
And yet...we cannot remove it. No matter what we try, it only grows. Like a suppurated wound.
Ayuzhan refuses to accept it...but our dream is ending.
Entry 4[]
The demon has metastasized. It spreads through the siphons, into the healds. The constructs turn on one another. Within a month, the Loom will be unrecognizable.
This...this is the fate of humankind. Where even the weakest demon roams, we stagnate.
The Horadrim were right. Pompous ostriches all. But they were right.
Entry 5[]
My dearest friend. You refused to listen. So I decided for us both.
The Loom is dead. You will find the tunnels collapsed, the runes scoured. To rebuild it without me would take a lifetime.
I hope you realize your mistake. I hope you abandon this dream, as I have. I hope you join the Horadrim with me. And if none of that comes to pass, I hope you live well.
-Zoltun