Jagu growled softly, shifting closer to Ash, his wariness of Ignis tempered by the ruby's soothing glow. Ash rested a hand on the jaguar's flank, his mind racing.
"So I master the Frost Titan, protect the seal, and avoid the Fire Titan," he said, his voice steady.
He hesitated, then added, "But what about the Frost Titan's body? It's stored in my grimoire—I can summon it anytime. Can it wield its power, or is it just a husk? Is the Titan dead, or can I use it again?"
Ignis's eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before his expression hardened. "The Frost Titan's body in your grimoire is no mere trophy, but it is not the Titan itself. The soul you consumed is the source of your power—its essence lives in you, not the husk you bound."
