Jack's boots echoed against the stone streets as he made his way back toward where he'd left Seryth. Seryth was waiting near the temple steps.
Her wings were folded tight against her back, and when she saw Jack approaching, her expression shifted.
"Soul Warden," Seryth greeted him. "I trust your communion was... enlightening?"
"It was something," Jack said, keeping his tone flat. He wasn't about to explain what had just transpired in Dreknar's throne room. "I need to see your smith now. Malsyn, you called him?"
Seryth's eyes flickered down to Jack's blood-stained armor, then back to his face. "Of course. Follow me."
They walked through the city streets, Kyren trailing behind them like a silent shadow. Demons parted before them, their glowing forms creating a corridor of light and fearful whispers. Jack caught fragments of their conversations as they passed.
"...ate a demon's heart right in front of..."
"...Soul Warden is actually here..."
