"You…you're Duskhand!"
Arthur exclaimed his conjecture; 100% sure he was correct in his deduction of this man's identity.
Divine Human General Duskhand—the True Master of the Duskhand Bastille which Arthur had destroyed over a month ago.
The man had been grievously wounded after a battle with Alvey and was recuperating in a special location, along with the other Transcendents who were subordinated to him.
As such, the Duskhand Bastille was without Transcendents to defend them from Arthur.
Knowing it was THE Duskhand he was facing, Arthur's attitude changed.
"Let me correct your misunderstanding. I was not summoned to this world but I came here of my own volition.
And though I fell on the Demon's side of the planet, that's not why I joined up with them."
Looking Duskhand right in the eyes, Arthur flared his anti-divinity as he spoke.
