As his apathetic heart was filled with warmth, Arthur watched his friend emerge from the illusion and run forward toward him. However, it seemed that the moment Oriole reaches Arthur, the seer would be unable to see an accurate future.
The monsters roared as they threw themselves at Oriole and Arthur alike, determined to keep their distance. Arthur raised his dagger again, allowing the denaturing sharpness to explode like a flame.
"This is the end of your plans, Sier. Give up now!" shouted Arthur as he dodged a giant monster before slashing at him, but the three-headed hound turned out to be a mirage.
"He is on your right!" shouted Oriole while sliding down another illusion, barely dodging the talons of a fire eagle.
Arthur slashed toward his right and saw the dagger tear apart the fabric of space, including the arena. A violet light exploded as it covered his body, turning his vision into one of darkness.