But unexpectedly, he had actually come face to face with the real thing here!
Dal's expression became excited, and he opened his mouth to speak.
But what could he say?
About modern affairs? That they were living well now surely meant that the Abyss had been suppressed, which would definitely comfort the other party.
The Fran Undead Team? If Artorias knew that such a group of people revered him and carried on his legacy, what kind of expression would he show?
The people's reverence for him? Well, he was probably already used to being respected, but saying these things would likely make him happy.
However.
When the pervasive dust cleared and Dal truly saw Artorias's figure, the words he had brought to his lips were abruptly stuffed back down.
A black aura was emerging; Artorias's body was trembling.
Something was very wrong with him, extremely wrong!
His left arm dangled unnaturally, swinging listlessly with his movements, seeming completely powerless, as if...it was broken!?
