Dreknar's laugh echoed through the throne room again, but this time it was genuinely amused rather than mocking.
"Of course you do. Every mortal who stands before me wants something. Power. Knowledge. Salvation."
He leaned forward, his massive frame towering over Jack even from across the chamber. "And what makes you think I'd waste my time blessing a human who might not even survive long enough to make it worthwhile?"
"Because I'm not going to die," Jack said with more confidence than he felt.
"I've survived everything this tower has thrown at me so far. I killed Cho. I ended a battle between two demon armies. I consumed your sacred fruit and walked through Maurice's test without dying."
His red eyes never left Dreknar's gaze. "I'm not some weak mortal begging for scraps. I'm someone who can actually use your blessing."
