Lorius

Confusion filled Arthur's mind when he saw the scene before him. He now had an arm. Gala, Dia, and a giant man were restraining him. In front of him was the duke, bloodied, his arms gone, and pale.

His metallic arm, which looked a lot like the arm he summoned before against Ellen, started disintegrating into countless light particles.

"What is..." His throat hurt when he tried to open his mouth. The voice that came out sounded nothing like his own but like rusted gears unable to turn.

"Don't talk, Seika. We need to get you away for now." Gala said as she wiped away the blood trickling down her mouth.

"Did I do this?" His voice was still hoarse, but Arthur gestured with his chin toward the duke. Gala paused and nodded. "Then, let me finish him off." His voice was unwavering, and mana exploded from his body.