The pen touched paper once more.
Mimir began writing names in some of the slices he'd created, his handwriting surprisingly neat and legible despite the awkwardness of holding a pen in a claw.
Reinhard watched the names appear one by one.
Erlik.
Lamashtu.
Pazuzu.
Camazotz.
Nemesis.
"These are some of the Beast Spirits who control curses as Angra Mainyu does." Mimir explained, tapping each name with the tip of the pen. "They share the same fundamental domain, though each expresses it differently."
Reinhard stared at the names, a sense of unease settling in his stomach. "There isn't a way to tell them apart? Just from sensing their presence or magic?"
Mimir shook his head. "There is, but that requires me seeing their form like how we saw the crimson-black flames erupting from the ground in Eastern Hesod. Visual manifestation provides clarity that a magical signature alone cannot."
