“Her ogre side, however, should deserve a cursory examination. Maybe, I can use it to recreate Vareen’s ability to infect the living and mass-produce minions at a moment’s notice.

“Alas, the Plaguespreader fell a few years ago, and the opportunity to learn his secrets is lost.”

There was one book for each of the Eldritch-hybrids except that for the Master.

“He stole his way into becoming an Eldritch.” Every word of Raum’s entries was filled with outrage. “His research is a pale imitation of mine. A twisted, disgusting farce that I’ll soon erase from the face of Mogar.

“The Master gained his powers by combining the tissues of my Eldritch siblings foolish enough to follow him. There’s nothing I can gain from studying a pathetic little man that I can’t learn by studying the other Divine Beast hybrids.”

‘I already knew the Master was a male from his fight with the Guardians of Jiera.’ Leegaain thought. ‘Learning that he’s also a human is a small clue, but still a clue.’

The other books on the desk contained a detailed picture of the hybrids and a list of their abilities as Zoreth knew them. There was nothing new to the Father of All Dragons, but he stored them in his pocket dimension nonetheless.