Losa felt as if sinking into the deep sea, surrounded by darkness.
Only in front of him, not far away, a light flickered.
"Are you up to some trick?"
In the light, he saw a man with his back turned, draped in magnificent Holy Cross Gothic Plate Armor, but instead of a helmet, there was a crown encrusted with pearls and jewels.
"Losa, come to me, and I will lend you power to overcome the peril."
The man turned around, revealing a vibrant and spirited visage.
"You're using Maximilian's image?"
Losa chuckled despite himself.
The will housed within the Holy Cross Plate Armor was quite proud, clearly resenting Maximilian for abandoning it yet constantly yearning for its former master.
The man said nothing, only watching Losa as he stepped closer, slowly raising the scepter in his hand.
Just as Losa reached out to take it, the man lifted the scepter three inches higher, making him grasp at air.
"What do you mean?"
