At once, Skullius thought about Quillith and Mohrane, his own heirs. Neither was as powerful as he was, but they had inherited key traits from him.
They were not 100% what he was.
That must have been where the Warmoth faltered. In his haste and hubris, he assumed that just as he was immune to the Cold Oblivion, his children would be too. The negligible deviation between theirs and their father's genes made all the difference. Thus, all ten of them paid the price. Their mother couldn't bear the grief.
"She cast herself into the maw of a Lowland Throngrra, dying almost instantly, master told me. Snuck away before I could realize it," said Susu'k.
"I see…"
Skullius drifted closer to the spinning rings and the throne. Susu'k followed.
"Long after, the Jan`ind figured out a way to use Cold Oblivion to look through the Null Verse and pull things adrift in the wider Reality. He could never figure out a way to leave, though."
'Hence the Treasures in the Treasury,' thought Skullius.
