Jack was quiet for a moment, considering the question honestly. Was he worried? About a war in the real world, in a place that felt increasingly distant with every day he spent in the tower?
"Sort of," Jack admitted finally. "But if I can handle Pho, then the war will be nothing more than just a show for people to see my strength."
S's eyebrows raised slightly. "Confident."
"A Disaster-class demon who can move titans? If I can kill that, then whatever's waiting for me in the real world won't be anywhere near that level of threat."
He met S's gaze directly. "The tower is preparing me for something. Every floor, every fight, every monster I kill makes me stronger. By the time I go back..."
He trailed off, but the implication was clear. By the time Jack returned to the real world, he'd be a monster just in terms of how quickly he grew.
Spending almost 1.5 years on one floor of the Tarturus Spire would only be 21 days in the real world.
