Carrisius's artifact—the Horizon Splitter.
With the Clarion of Vision, he could see the way it worked down to the smallest shift. The ones without it couldn't. But Carrisius wasn't selfish. He let his men see it too—let them view the world through his eyes, just so they could gain an edge in battle. He had the ability to share that vision, bending perception, stretching and shrinking space however he wanted.
And now—
He had attacked Sinus like a madman.
And he had won.
Sinus was out of bullets. He didn't have the strength to make another one. He was falling, body broken, gun still in hand.
Kilometres away, Carrisius's voice cracked through the sky.
"I HAVE WON, YOU BRAT! YOU CAN'T BEAT ME! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE COME HERE!"
He was laughing now. He had feared Sinus at the start. But not anymore.
Sinus had lost.
Ah... fuck.
If only... if only I had another bullet. Another bullet that could tear his head apart.
Just one. Just a single bullet.
I can't even make a normal one now...
I'm sorry, gramps.
I couldn't avenge you.
Even after you told me his name, I promised I wouldn't go after him. But when I met him... I thought I could. I thought I should.
But I can't.
I can't do anything.
The ground below had already split apart. The castle was collapsing, shattered by the aftershock of their fight.
Sinus was falling.
And then—
"SINUS!"
Heide's voice.
A light burst in front of his eyes.
There—floating in the air—was a glint.
A shine.
Blood. Heide's blood.
Formed like a bullet.
A single bullet. Floating by luck—or fate—right in front of him.
His eyes widened.
He had one last chance.
He grunted, grabbed it midair, and slammed it into the revolver. His hand shook. His body ached. But he still looked up. Still aimed.
He never missed.
Carrisius saw it. The bullet. The movement. And the fear came rushing back.
He activated the Horizon Splitter again, stretched the space between them—extended the castle's fall, turning distance into a mountain.
He let Sinus see it too. Shared his vision. Let him see the shifting air, the growing space, the walls of debris and wood rising like barriers.
Carrisius kept going, kept stretching the world out. In Sinus's eyes, Carrisius was a dot on the horizon now.
But Sinus—
He just smiled.
"…Thanks, Heide."
And then—
Bang.
The bullet flew.
The world slowed.
It grazed splinters. Punched through rubble. The world blurred around it. But the bullet never swerved.
It moved like it knew where it had to go.
Wanora's artifact's barriers made by honurad—flipped by Heide—had reversed the barrier's effect. It was just a bullet faster and powerful than anything sinus made.
It crossed ten kilometres of bent space.
Carrisius saw it coming. A silver line tearing reality apart.
And then—
Impact.
The bullet struck.
His head was gone.
The pressure alone erased it. A final bullet for a final enemy.