The abrupt subject change made Jack's assessment pause, confusion flickering across his features before his mind processed the implication.
Ren was offering information in exchange for a trade rather than a simple answer.
Knowledge about Elemental Necrosis treatment in exchange for a decision about the Mythical Spirit who'd abandoned his contractor.
"Where is the spirit?" Jack asked, his tone making clear he was willing to engage with the implied negotiation.
"He flew off to the north district," Ren replied, gesturing vaguely toward the throne room's northern wall. "Past all the demon habitats, into territory where the tower's corruption runs deepest. Probably hiding, trying to figure out how to survive without a contractor after three hundred years of depending on Warren's existence to anchor him to this plane."
Jack's mind processed the information with calculating focus.
Glacius represented significant power.
Mythical grade spirit capable of prolonging life.
