After Arthur saw those images and heard what they were saying, he passed out again. The pain in his Unseen Truth Eye was too much and in his head.
He was already hurt, to begin with, so losing his conscience was inevitable. Arthur woke up after two hours, and the bright sun had already gone away, and the moon shone in the sky.
The empty village had no movements; the only sounds outside were those of animals and the beasts that lurked in the shadows, looking for a night snack like Arthur.
"My head…"
Arthur's head was still fuzzy, and it took him a few moments to comprehend what had happened and understand clearly what he had seen and heard.
"A glimpse of the future, like that slender creature told me. Speaking of it, they are going after him! I should get back and warn him."
Because a lot of time had passed since the battle against the god, Arthur's concerning wounds had healed, and now all he had to do was create a few potions and poultices to recover his body completely.