"My family kept this for centuries because we knew it mattered. Didn't know why or know what it did. But we knew it was important. More than just metal and tradition."
He began unwrapping the chain from his forearm. Metal links slid free with a whisper of dark steel against skin.
"My father told me something before he died," Chiron continued. "Said someday, someone would come asking for this chain. Someone who knew what it was. What it did. He said when that person showed up, when they asked for it knowing its true nature, I should give it to them."
The chain came free, pooling in Chiron's palm.
"He said it meant House Stormblood had finished an ancient task. That we'd kept something safe until its rightful owner came to claim it." Chiron's gaze stared into Jack's soul. "I thought he was rambling. Old man lost in legends and prophecies."
He extended his hand, the chain resting on his open palm.
"But you know what this is. You understand what it does. What it's meant for."
