"That item…" Zamazo's voice carried a weight that made everyone in the room pause. He leaned back, arms folded, his gaze fixed on Jack with an unreadable expression. "Hmm. It's well-known… and yet, a mystery. A powerful artifact that's been sought for generations, but no one's ever laid eyes on it. Or, at least, no one has lived to tell about it." He let out a soft chuckle, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes.
Jack remained silent, his expression set in stone. He wasn't here for Zamazo's musings; he wanted answers.
"With the scant information we have, going after it could mean war. A war that stretches across planes," Zamazo continued, his tone casual but his gaze sharp. "Not that I'd shy away from a fight, but even I enjoy these moments of peace. Rare as they are." He sighed, almost wistfully, though it was clear from his demeanor that peace wasn't something he truly believed in anymore. "Still, knowing you, I suspect you've already decided."