Inscrutable Journal
[...] We've followed Musharib's instructions so far, but something feels odd. We've encountered no creatures along the way. Only alien noises from all directions. Sleep evades us, and the muck on my boots has hardened into a permanent feature. Hopefully, we find [...] [...] Lost more hair this morning. I knew there were side effects to coming back, but I didn't expect it to be so [...] [...] -erak. I hear him laughing, the lamentations of the Omuans droning like a chorus. What is the purpose of this hellhole? He speaks through the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Is he the tomb? Is he [...] [On the last legible page is a crudely drawn charcoal outline of a Bearded Devil's face, its mouth agape in a silent scream.]