Arthur was going to have to trust the 'ancient voice' deep inside of him. 'Get up, Arthur. We have work to do,' it had said to him earlier when he'd fallen from the trees.
Protecting the Solaris Wyrms was his mission.
And that is what he intended to do. Counting how the 'ancient voice' had budged into his last battle uninvited with Arthur on the brink of defeat, Arthur was pretty sure he couldn't just 'summon' it because he wished it.
Arthur was fine with that… After all, the feeling of having your body completely taken over wasn't nice to begin with and the being's intentions had not yet been made clear.
For now, he would proceed with the only goal the two of them had in common, impossible as it might have seemed.
'No, impossible is me running away with my feathers tucked in… Dishonourable!' Arthur thought to himself.