The prophecy resonated through Jack's consciousness, each word landing with a weight beyond mere sound.
He understood what he was hearing.
The Primordial Kings, he assumed, he understood the references to them in Draven's memory orb, when he'd lived as Sarin and walked a world that predated the gods' rise to power.
The Titans, the creatures of immense power that had come before civilization, had ruled the world in an age of chaos before the gods imposed their will and order.
The Spire, the tower that Jack now understood was far more than a simple dungeon.
It was a great tomb, something ancient to the structure of reality itself.
And the prophecy said he would transform it into a weapon. A spear aimed at the heavens themselves.
"The Titans," Jack whispered, his voice barely audible in the vast throne room. "The ones I saw through Sarin's memory. The ones who existed before the gods."
