As Arthur's cloudy eyes gazed at Tyrese's falling knee, the same attack from the start, his mind drifted elsewhere... drifted to the day of his evolution to Pathfinder rank, and the day his contracted nightcrawler spoke to him about this very moment.
***
Sometime ago... Inside the Larsons' apartment.
While Levi went out to hunt down dark energy clouds for cultivation, Arthur remained in his room, sitting on the floor... he had just successfully evolved to the Pathfinder rank using the perfect evolution that was handed to him by the Morningstars.
He checked his mutations and was somewhat disappointed when he didn't unlock anything that looked flashy, like Levi's spine or something else.
'Don't be short-sighted... You are lucky to have two mutations that reinforced your internal body... it will be extremely difficult to kill you even if you look like shit on the outside.'
