"Huh? I just got you. It'll be troublesome for me if you die off so soon."
At the sound of Luka's voice, life law energy poured into Arthur's body, reanimating it, and light flooded his vision once more, his body jerking upright as he clutched his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart while breathing heavily.
Arthur's face was pale as a sheet, and the voices of his Ego Weapon felt distant.
"Stand up, Arthur. I'm not leaving until I see what I came for."
Luka's voice echoed in his ears, and he slowly lifted his gaze, turning to see her stab her sword into the ground and walk away from him.
Then, raising her left hand into the air, she said, "But when I do, I will be leaving with this."
Contained in her left palm was a swirling orb of cosmic power, an Authority manifested into reality.
"It's not yours anyway, is it? This thing's made of Angelic factors. It has Syndra written all over it."
