"…Is it… over?"
Many of the Reunion members still stood frozen, dazed and whispering to themselves.
The barrage from Revy—the hail of gunfire and the eruption of Originium growth that engulfed the battlefield—had caused staggering casualties. Countless had prepared for death, only to realize…
The demon that had torn the land asunder was now gone.
All that remained was fear. And disbelief.
"…He's gone."
Even Talulah, like the others, felt a wave of relief at his disappearance.
The others were simply terrified. But her reaction was different—she was… confused.
(What exactly is this "Regulus Harvey"…?)
If the twin-pistol beam barrage was merely surprising, then the way he had overpowered her in melee combat—wielding that enormous blade—was the first time the leader of Reunion had ever doubted her own strength.
(If the enemy is someone like him… can we really win…?)
It was obvious: the Originium Arts that Revy had been preparing to unleash at the end could have wiped out all of Reunion, her included. That he had chosen to spare them didn't lessen the impact.
That image—of a demon descending from the heavens to pass judgment—was now burned into their memory, impossible to forget.
And yet, the one with the darkest expression… was W.
She had no way of knowing whether the monstrous force they had faced was truly Revy—or something else wearing his face.
But one thing was clear: if Revy really could wield that power at will, then he was far beyond her imagination.
And in front of that kind of strength—she stood no chance.
The Sarkaz girl clenched her teeth and bit her nail, glaring at the spot where Revy had vanished.
"Regulus Harvey… Just wait. One day, I'll kill you. You—and that damn Doctor."
——Scene Break——
Revy opened his eyes.
The same space. The same dream-like world.
The first time he came here, he had felt confused. But now, returning again, he no longer felt fear—just expectation.
He scanned the horizon.
"…Looking for me, Revy?"
A voice—soft, ethereal, like it resonated with the very fabric of the world—echoed behind him.
Revy turned.
There she stood—the pink-haired Sarkaz girl, watching him quietly.
Only this time, her expression had changed.
Last time, there had been a gentle joy in her gaze.
Now, she looked at him with worry, sadness… maybe even a hint of anger.
"I… your high—"
Revy started to speak, then stopped.
He didn't know what to call her.
He still didn't understand her true identity.
"Call me whatever you like," she said gently.
"I know that even if I deny it, the moment you see this face, your heart will subconsciously treat me as her—that person. So it's fine. In front of you… I'm willing to be 'that person.'"
That answer hit Revy hard.
It was the second time she had reminded him: not to project his grief onto her. Even if she allowed it, it wasn't right.
And yet, what else could he call her?
The dissonance lingered, unspoken.
"Then… Your Highness—"
"Just call me Teri. The title makes me uncomfortable."
The girl—"Teresia"—smiled faintly and shook her head.
"I know you have questions, but I assume… your memories have returned a little this time, haven't they?"
Revy nodded.
"I remember the truth from four years ago… But there's something I still don't understand."
"You want to know why—despite the fact you made it in time, despite the fact the infiltrators had already been defeated—Teresia still chose to die. Is that it?"
"Exactly. For me, overpowering the invaders or taking the weapon from the Doctor should've been easy. But…"
"But Teresia blocked you with Originium Arts, and that delay led to her death. You want to know why."
Teresia didn't finish the thought—because she knew.
That moment, four years ago, was the darkest chapter in Revy's life.
Even now, with his memories restored, he avoided touching it.
She remembered how, when she first awoke in this world, she saw the man before her—paralyzed by Originium, howling in agony and grief as Teresia fell.
She had been forced to seal his emotions and memory, just to keep him alive.
"So why?! Why did she do it?!"
Revy suddenly burst out, his voice trembling.
That familiar face—it overlapped completely with the one in his memory. It was like he had been flung back in time, four years into the past, demanding answers.
"If all of this—her death included—was part of the Doctor's plan… then why?! What gave her the right to kill Teresia?! What gave her the right to face my fury?!"
"Just because she's the one holding the pieces? Just because it was all part of some strategy?!"
"I don't care about the game. I don't care who the mastermind is!"
"When I get back—I'll blow her brains out. Burn her corpse. Let the worms devour her body until not a single cell remains!"
"Let her soul rot forever—Amiya can't save her. Kal'tsit can't save her!!"
His roar echoed across the entire space.
"Please… Revy… calm down…"
Teresia pleaded gently.
He stood there, red-eyed, heaving for breath—but he slowly began to regain control.
She knew he wouldn't refuse her. She also knew… he deserved the truth.
"The truth… isn't what you think it is."
She hesitated.
Then, at last, she said it.
"Teresia chose death… because she was already dying."