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As his blood dyed the arena red, Oriole watched Arthur give him one last look of acknowledgment before disappearing. He knew that Arthur was fighting the urge to save him and make sure he was okay, but Oriole asked him to leave.

The creator disappeared from before him as if the sun was taken out of his world. The violet monsters surrounding him and the illusionist were all that was left. After he strained them, Oriole's eyes were getting tired, making his vision blurry.

"Arthur is gone..." muttered the vessel as he strolled toward him. "Yet, you remain. Are you sacrificing your life?"

"You ask the dumbest of questions," smiled Oriole. "You should know what will happen now that I remain here. Aren't you the Omniscient Vessel?"

"Careful with your words, alchemist," glared the vessel. "You are at my mercy now that the outsider is gone."