Hvergelmir's Spring Water.
The Nine Realms seemed to have no shortage of such gifts.
Legends such as Odin trading one of his eyes for water from the Well of Wisdom also circulated throughout the Nine Realms.
These wondrous places could grant people extraordinary powers.
In Asgard's records, Hvergelmir was called the Primordial Spring, the birthplace of giants.
Its waters fed the Twelve Rivers, from which the race of giants had emerged.
Only giants could drink Hvergelmir's Spring Water to gain power.
But the spirit of adventure existed in every world.
At this gathering of the "Noble Black," a black-haired woman in a black dress wanted to study it.
That woman was Amyfield, the owner of this fortress.
She possessed the most noble black in Niflheim, and her suitors would brave the Great Winter to come celebrate this absurd extravagance with her.
Tos was terrified of Amyfield. In his words, she was a mercurial woman.
Ever since she had arrived at this fortress twenty years ago and killed its previous owner, Amyfield had been shrouded in mystery.
"Whatever you do, don't anger her." Tos swallowed as he eyed the lavish food, pleading with the "Noble Black" beside him. "The previous lord was also a Noble Black. They say that after she killed him, she hung his corpse upside down in her room for seven days."
Well, besides mercurial, psychologically twisted probably belonged on the list too.
If he hadn't been following John, Tos wouldn't have dared approach the fortress at all.
John casually took a cup from a nearby White-Clad Attendant.
These attendants were all Pale Children, but they ranked a little higher than Tos.
Ignoring Tos, who was trembling with fear, John slipped unobtrusively into the gathering of the "Noble Black."
"Miss Amyfield, I hear you're looking for Hvergelmir's Spring