Back on Rhodes Island, Revy didn't feel any thrill of victory from their battle with Reunion. The appearance of the Emperor's Blades hung over his thoughts like a looming shadow. As someone who had tangled with these elite killers more than once, the Sarkaz couldn't shake a deep sense of dread.
What he needed now wasn't another mission or more bloodshed. He needed comfort—release—an escape from the mindset that was eating away at him.
The dreamworld gave him that.
And Theresa… she needed him, too.
This world they were in was only a construct—an illusion of the mind—so the two of them could be close without restraint. Entwined in each other's arms after their passion had cooled, they clung to one another like lovers lost in time, treasuring every second.
"Sorry, Teri… I broke the weapons you gave me."
Revy's voice was low, like a kid caught doing something wrong.
"It's not your fault."
Theresa shook her head. Sweat-damp pink bangs clung to her forehead, and her eyes shimmered with a dreamlike glow.
"You pushed yourself as far as you could. Honestly, I expected Skyfall and Sin to break."
"Expected it?"Revy blinked."But they were built to last."
"Sure, their outer shell wasn't perfect, but the core inside those guns… That's ancient tech, just like Rhodes Island itself. There's no way that little girl from Minos could've fully repaired them."
She shifted slightly, resting her head against Revy's shoulder.
"While you were away, I studied the power inside you—what you inherited from Gore Magala. At first it was just a theory. But your fight with W confirmed it."
"A theory?" Revy frowned."You mean because I lost control again at the end?"
In that last fight, Revy had snapped. When the Emperor's Blade nearly killed Misha, something inside him exploded. The power of the Gore Magala bloodline surged through him—rage incarnate—and he annihilated his enemy with terrifying brutality.
The worst part was… he didn't remember choosing to do it. It just happened.
"Exactly," Theresa said."That moment—it wasn't just power. It was emotion. And not just any emotion: negative ones."
Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest as she spoke.
"When you fought Reunion, it was overwhelming grief. This time? Raw fury. And it's those intense emotions that trigger the bloodline's power. The stronger the emotion, the more uncontrollable the result."
Revy's brows furrowed.
"So what am I supposed to do, then? Suppress it? Try not to feel anything so I don't lose control again?"
"No."Theresa shook her head gently."That's the worst thing you could do. The more you suppress it, the harder it explodes when it finally breaks through. Just look at what happened last time."
"You can't seal it away. That's not how people work. Without emotion, we're not even human anymore. The answer isn't suppression. It's guidance."
Revy nodded slowly, beginning to understand.
"So… I need to master it. Not run from it."
"Exactly. The power of Gore Magala exists somewhere between the physical and the spiritual. And to truly master it without being consumed, you need something critical—a vessel."
She didn't wait for him to ask before continuing:
"If your body tries to hold that power alone, it'll break. It'll eat you alive from the inside. But if you channel it into something external, like a physical conduit that can absorb and release it… you form a closed loop. Safe. Sustainable."
Revy caught on instantly.
"So the weapons… the 'vessels'... they matter just as much as the power itself."
"Right. Even if Skyfall and Sin can't be repaired traditionally, you can still rebuild them—reshape them—using your bloodline's power. Maybe even make them better."
Theresa smiled.
"Imagine this—we take pure Originium, merge it with your bloodline energy, and rebuild a whole weapon system from it. Those guns were made of D32 steel, right? That stuff already has high compatibility. Combined with Originium resonance, the result could be… well, insane."
"Of course, this is just theory. It'll take time to adjust. But when you do, that power of yours—it won't be a curse anymore."
Revy let out a rare, relaxed breath.
"Thanks, Teri. Without you… I'd probably be a walking corpse by now."
"You really think we still need to thank each other?"
Theresa smiled gently.
She wasn't surprised at all by his gratitude. After spending so long together in this mental realm, the two of them had reached total synchronicity. Their thoughts flowed together naturally. Even speaking out loud was more habit than necessity.
"Right. We're one. Always have been…"
Revy narrowed his eyes as he looked out across the familiar, imagined landscape within the dream.
This… this peace. It's what I have to protect.
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Back in the real world, Vulcan was still working—but her mind wasn't in it.
For the first time in her life, she had broken a promise.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't replicate the core—the engraved spell-flow system inside the guns… I just couldn't do it."
She remembered the moment she returned the broken weapons to Revy. The flicker of sadness in his eyes. Like he'd lost something precious.
Even though the Sarkaz man had laughed it off afterward, telling her not to worry, the image stayed with her. It felt like she was a surgeon who had failed to save her patient.
Vulcan was nothing if not honest. She didn't make excuses. If she failed, she owned it.
"Skyfall and Sin… such strange weapons…"
Those twin pistols—one black, one white—were monstrous in weight, but what truly made them unique was their construction. Inside, a custom flow system allowed the user to channel Originium Arts directly through the firing mechanism, greatly amplifying the destructive output.
Vulcan had seen a lot of guns. Even some made by Laterano's best. But never anything like this.
"Regulus Harvey… and these guns… What are they, really?"
She didn't have an answer.
But something in her gut told her—she'd find out soon enough.