When Alka opened his eyes, the figure of the Prism King, once more solid, had become rather ethereal.
The previous actions had clearly depleted his energy, and what remained in this world seemed to be dissipating as well.
"I hope our final legacy can provide sufficient aid for your journey ahead."
The Prism King's voice grew faint, dreamlike.
"Thank you for your contributions; the knowledge you left behind will greatly assist us."
The shadow nodded at its own head, then waved a large dragon claw.
One by one, glowing spheres floated before them.
Then, crystal encased each sphere, sealing them firmly.
These spheres became large crystal balls, floating in the air.
"This is the last help we can offer you; in accepting it, you vow to use all your efforts to repair the world in your lifetime."
As the voice faded, the Prism King's figure became ethereal and then vanished into the air.
"Grandfather..." murmured Ulu Liwus, head bowed.
A voice echoed in Alka's ear.
