Immediately, the sight of a haggard Kael entered his vision.
He had no limbs, and to Michael's surprise, his wounds were literally bleeding a black goo.
That meant that he had been reconstructed, and the vessel Michael had made had failed.
"Fish, do you feel anything?" Michael asked with a serious look.
Arthur tilted his head. "Feel what? What am I supposed to be feeling?"
"I don't know, a connection maybe? You said you're a Klaxian or something, right? That thing had some of your DNA, so can you feel it?" Michael pushed.
Immediately, Arthur's eyes widened as he seemingly stretched his mana all around the place.
Then, he walked into the room, brushing his fingers along the wall as he approached a certain spot.
It had a crack, but it was so small it was barely noticeable.
Nonetheless, Arthur began tapping his fingers on the crack, and with each passing tap, the cracks grew.
Finally, after roughly 10 taps, there was nothing left, and the wall revealed itself.
