"I lost to the Celestial Devourer. I couldn't defeat him or protect my home alone without support," Jordan replied.
Truth rang clear in his admission, the pain of loss a subtle undercurrent beneath his calm exterior.
"You have seen the Celestial Devourer? What was he like?" Nick pressed further.
Interest sharpened his gaze, leaning in slightly as if drawing out secrets from the void.
"Strong. Covered in shadow constantly. I couldn't see his face," Jordan answered.
The description hung mysteriously, evoking images of an elusive phantom amid the stars.
"Very well. You will return with me to Aiz. We will have much to discuss when we return to my province," Nick informed Jordan.
His decision was final, finding the survivor's words insightful, a potential asset in the unfolding hunt.
Jordan nodded his head in acknowledgment. Acceptance came without protest, his posture remaining composed.
"Lord Nick, it's an honor to be in your service," the general appeared suddenly.
