Upon hearing this, Simon, although already prepared, still showed a hint of melancholy and sadness. He took a few deep breaths and sighed.
"I... I had already considered that."
"Thank you again for saving me. I have nothing with which to repay you, but if there's anything I can help with, please don't hesitate to command me."
Alka waved his hand. "No need. I owe the Holy Machine Church a favor."
Hearing this, Simon seemed to want to make some kind of blessing gesture; however, when he raised his hands, he remembered he no longer had them. He smiled apologetically.
Seeing Simon's current state, the Hand of Precision formed over Alka's right arm. His palm then opened, and a finger-like construct flew out, swiftly heading towards Simon and disappearing into his body.
Simon watched, stunned, as the object entered his body.
"This... what is this thing?"
"This is your Treasure. It's what maintained your state of Stagnation, allowing you to survive."
