Journal of Artyom's Expedition - Epilogue

The expedition was a complete failure. Worse, only now do I fully understand what that failure encompasses.
 
We are now resting in Hannuya's Ridge, a small town near Whistlewind. We managed to make it through the pass, thankfully without casualties in our own party. We did, however, make no headway in sealing the vault, and for all I know doing so would have accomplished nothing regardless. The spirit haunting the pass appears to have nothing to do with the spirit of the king entombed below it anyway.
 
The twins' wild goose chase did cost us several days of valuable time, which meant the caravan decided to move through the pass without us, assuming we were dead. They seem to have made it most of the way through before things went very wrong. They were overwhelmed by the undead; most of the soldiers made it through, but the last of Artyom's aides had apparently been instructed to kill him by the Lawbringers and did so long before we found him. He died just after we reached him.
 
What's more, only at his death did Artyom explain the true goal of the expedition: he was apparently the avatar of Sridas, one of the Undying. His goal was to reach the Boltstone to prevent its destruction by Cir, as the stone was the closest thing He had to a physical body in the Material. He failed. We failed.
 
This was apparently the last thing preventing Cir from simply killing the other Old Gods. Stars are falling from the sky. Gods are dying with them. Why, or how, is beyond me yet. This raises a multitude of questions. Are the Undying and the Old Gods simply iterations of the same deities? What is Cir's end goal in this? Artyom, Sridas, mentioned some great threat that I have no context for. This is all so sudden, so cataclysmic.
 
One more loose end - where does Grung fit into all this, and the hobgoblins we were pursuing? Who were they actually working for, and why? Was it the Goblin King? Cir Himself? That question I might be able to find an answer to. At swordpoint, if need be.
 
In my attempts to commune with Agroth-Torr, She has given me a vision of a nearby temple. I will go there; I will leave tonight, alone. Sadon has gone off at the bidding of Tiln, or what is left of Her, so there is little reason for me to remain. I do not intend to tell the others. I do not know if I will ever want to see them again.