Slowly, Adam pulled his palm from Arnoth's chest, letting his broad back fall to the ground. Lost Light was beside him, slowly disappearing into tiny particles.
"Agh..." Arnoth wheezed, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth in an endless stream. "When I die, don't let our energy dissipate, you know what needs to be done."
Adam nodded deeply. "Sure. If this is your last wish, then I will fulfill it. What's more, I'll be able to fully grant the Crimson Monarch's death request. In a way, you're saving me."
"Hah..." he smiled bitterly, touching Lost Light's gentle hands. "What about you, Adam? You won, but... perhaps there's something you want to say or ask...? Ah... We'll never meet again."
Then, Adam's eyes went wide.
Even before the battle against Arnoth and Kreyna, he wanted to ask them some questions. It was one of his main goals. However, he completely forgot about it in the heat of battle.
