Jack stood in his room; the portal from Floor 25 had disappeared. After a lengthy conversation with Pho, Jack has decided what direction to go in after he settles some things in Elysium.
He needed answers.
The quest timer ticked in the corner of his vision. A constant reminder that he had less than a year to identify the god responsible and break whatever divine magic had stolen her voice.
'Draven won't help with this,' Jack thought, moving toward the door. 'He's made it clear he won't interfere with other gods' actions unless they directly threaten me. And a curse placed before I even met Aurora doesn't qualify.'
Which meant he needed to reach out to someone else. Someone who might be willing to trade information for the right price. Or desperate enough to prove themselves after losing a bet.
Jack descended the stairs, his boots clicking against marble as he made his way through the estate's corridors. Servants moved aside as he walked by. Bowing respectfully as he passed.
