Arthur couldn't think too much at this moment. Despite being surrounded by fighting allies and enemies, he wasn't caring about that at all.
He knew if he didn't get a handle on his newly acquired power, he would be done for. Everyone would be done for.
Something kept nagging him about this power, about its timing and everything. Something kept telling him that having this power wouldn't be a coincidence, not at all.
He was meant to gain such strength at such a moment to do something great. He knew it. He could already sniff it, the fingerprints of fate all over this.
As for his system, he trusted him a long time ago. His system never failed him and so he didn't hesitate to move out and do as the system suggested.
The moment he closed his eyes and started to regulate his breaths, he felt like entering a strange state of mind.
