The gesture of a devoted servant seeing his master after centuries of absence.
S, standing nearby with Fluffy at his heels, watched this display with red eyes that had gone completely unreadable.
His expression remained neutral, but something in his posture had shifted.
The entity paid neither of them attention. Jack's transformed body turned to face the assembled mercenaries, golden eyes tracking across fifteen thousand faces frozen in various stages of terror.
Memories flooded through the entity's awareness.
Not its own memories, but Jack's. Every moment since awakening from his coma played in rapid succession.
The duel with Rhys. The fight with Spiralus. Training with Sera. The growing power. The family he protected.
And most recently, the events that led to this moment.
Marcus Thorne's invasion. House Starfell's betrayal. Seraphina being struck. Annabelle taken hostage.
The entity processed everything in perhaps three seconds.
