Especially at this stage; not to mention, Alka's grand wish is to save this world, to free it from its sea of suffering. Or perhaps, to destroy it. But whatever his goal, he needed the help of these mist-like creatures, these natural essences of the Spiritual World. Forgoing their help now would be almost equivalent to severing his own arms—his strong arms of the future, at that.
After sighing for a while, Alka stood suspended in the air and closed his eyes. He completely immersed his mind in his own memories. It was a vast labyrinth of recollections, and he needed to carefully comb through Mirmi's century of shattered memories once again. Searching for a possible solution? He had been rummaging through them for several days, hoping for a significant breakthrough today.
