The Price of Prudence

A sudden idea made Adam stop by the doorway and turn to Mimir.

"By the way, it looks like you're the only one who knew about the remnants. How?"

Mimir's pale golden eyes narrowed as ancient, horrifying memories made his scalp tingle. He exhaled, his breath shaking out of his lips. "Because I met Leviathan."

He shook his head. "The eldritch, not the originals. He was still somewhat sane back then and enjoyed my company. Though he remained vague about their uses, they were trials set by the originals for anyone who adapted to the abyss. The reason? I can't be sure. But do remember that the abyssal spawns were once demons they ruled over—a several hundred million-strong army driven to madness."

His face darkened. "What would happen if someone surmounted the madness and, even better, obtained a part of their powers?"