The Descendant pushed himself through the illusion, attempting to bring more mass around his body by eating up at the ground. Despite knowing he'd sink deeper and have more 'hands' grab at him, his liquid mass would let him push it aside as he focused in on the Sniper. He'd lunge at Bronx with a massive fist, hoping to punch him into the tree lines, pinning him into the ground and trying to break the gun so he wouldn't fire it out or switch bullets with its reload. As the strike connected, it only opened those wounds further, allowing more access to shoot whatever is necessary. Envy grits his teeth as he'd see the crater left behind, leaping upwards in order to get back into Calibren and hide from the fight altogether, while also creating some small eyes to see what was going to be the next shot. When he did the latter, however, all he was met with is his face.
Sozo's Face.
Each eye that tried to open up and see, it would only give him that look staring back to him, as well as the many bodies now pulling him down. He'd look down at his hand and saw that Bronx's bullets fired during the impact, whittling him even further in his mental state. The ocean he was once in began to swallow him around, pulling him in deeper and deeper, having to kick and punch at every single husk that dared try to take him with them.
BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!
Three more shots, being laced around by his back and Shoulders, as the visions get worse, his speed going faster as he descends. His mind became wracked with voices, pleads and whimpers of the poor souls once in the Omega's Circle. A kingdom wiped out here, another purged by its own hand there. Executions, suicides, and every graphic depiction of the violence that carried out the end of the Kingdoms once outside of the Circle played in both head and soul. He'd scream as he'd watch such events occur before his eyes, from a mother and child executed by Guillotine for taking food, to a cult sacrificing people from outside their borders in an effort to appease their 'god.' Every where he looked, there was at least a body discarded after a public showing. He'd kick about as he'd try to flee, feeling the force of such people keeping him down, preventing him from moving, slowly being dragged into the dark abyss that he perceived as Hell.
Outside, however, Envy would plummet into the ground, motionless, as if his heart stopped. Bronx was quick on investigating the Descendant, barrel poking at him like a stick, seeing the lack of response given by the body. "Unconscious. As expected." He'd mumble to himself, as he'd try to make his way towards the dead Lahweh. He'd touch his body and began to let his energy go through him, extracting out the magic within the corpse, the mass of such converting down to smaller bullets. A Benefit given to all Gun Magic users is the adaptability of their maneuver. Most casters that'd try to weaponize such bullets would only go so far if it was regular. As a result, they'd master the art of creating those bullets from the environment they were in. The more types of bullets, the more coverage that one could have when fighting against an opponent, at the cost of expending said resources to make them in the first place. Few, however, would stick with a single or two styles of bullets. In exchange for losing that versatility, they'd not only enhance the strength of the bullets they make, but also the magic as well. Because of Bronx's personalized limitations to two sets of bullets, the second he'd get the third set, the spike became massive once loaded in. Lines across the steel to imitate a barrel, as Bronx would return back to the unconscious body. "Once I get him in a barrel, I can remove this set and go back to my usual. Hopefully there's a hole set to the Earth's Core so that nobody can reach him. He's not human, anyway, so starvation and thirst can't kill him, and last time I checked, Tar doesn't age and wither. From there, all we need to do is escort Tsukiya out of the circle, and nobody would have to worry about the end of the world..." He'd mumble again, firing his shot and watching the newly made bullets spin, the energy spike flaring into a rocket.
In exchange for such limited access, the bullets made by Bronx would be given the strength to wipe out a whole kingdom if need be.
He'd even allow his own soul in the Contract to double the Bullet's power, a strain felt on his chest, as the Living Tar gets snared and stashed inside by a barrel, sealed off from the top. The Sniper would lay his back against the stone walls, a breather, a chance to reprieve, as he'd finally be able to enjoy such small freedom. He smiled as he'd see the birds in the sky, his mind wandering to be just like them if he ever had the chance. He shielded his eyes from the smiling sun, watching it beginning to wane and let the sorrowed moon take its place. As he took his time basking in such relief, a shake was heard from the barrel. Holes were being punctured through it, eyes being visible amidst the black mass. Something was staring out of it. Scowls that wanted someone dead, as the mass leaked out further and further. Bronx would be forced to load his gun and fired a bullet, but to no avail, swallowed whole and crunching the metal down as the lumbering beast broke free, the barrel desperately swirling around to pull and snare it, the wood creaking and breaking as it struggled.
Envy's body was morphing. From man to monster, the fire stoked inside began to burn, as he'd reach out and slash down at the ground, desperate to claw its way out, as well as to murder the man that trapped him inside.