As the bullet fired into Envy's head, new memories forced its way in. Whilst the Living Tar recollected and remembered its sparse time in such suffering, it was able to see a new path. A new perspective. A baby being held up high, an altar that held its scriptures detailing the faith they reside. A mural depicting the end, the dragons scrawled across and reducing the world to nothing, whilst also showing a new beginning beyond it all. "He lives! The Boy lives!! The boy that will achieve the world its peace! The boy that will give us our beloved reset!! Our blackened Dream! Our Sozo Kurorai!!" The man's shout caused an uproar of cheers, echoed across the cavern like a symphony. The boy's eyes watered and cried as they gave praise, letting the man holding him cradle the boy and keep him safe.
His father and mother. Acolytes to Destruction.
The Tar watched as the boy grew over time, slowly indoctrinated into such beliefs. That the end will eventually become a new beginning, that the world they live in is one that will eventually pass on. Despite the horrors that existed within the caverns, the family did their best to prevent Sozo from witnessing it all. In time, his mind developed in a way where it would experience such horrors slowly, letting the poor child understand the darkest of the world, letting him know that this isn't something out of whimsy, but disarray.
Despite such fears, the child pushed on, fully in belief that the world can be fixed, that the world can be rid of such monsters that reside in the dark. In exchange for that very fear, Sozo began to be brighter, his smile glued to his face as he wandered the dark depths, no hesitation in sight. "This is... his memories. Why am I seeing this? I'm not..." Envy thought to himself, as he'd watch on the brisk moments come crashing down, the vision fading, his mind broken, shattered away into unconsciousness. The massive beast that once lumbered across the edge of Calibren crashing down, as Bronx switched bullets and fired a Barrel into the Tar, sealing it once more.
"By reversing the shot with Barrel Magic at that rate, it would convert the Contract Magic into something deeper. Blending it with the body, it can tap into their minds and show them their past, letting them achieve inner peace and cease their movements. Had I not possess this magic, I would've been forced to offer it. The one time I'm thankful for the dead passing on their valued treasure." Bronx would speak, slowly approaching the barrel as the fanfare continued, almost in jubilation at seeing the Monster defeated. It was clear he may need to attend to the castle considering his efforts. Perhaps they can help him bury Envy deep underground, hollowing the land large enough to simply drop and forget he'd ever exist. As he discards the Barrel Magic style, he'd turn his head, seeing if the demon was still beside him.
Disappeared as soon as he came, like the winds that flowed to his side. "Tch. You can't hide forever, Avice!"
SHIKK!!
A tear against his tongue, yet he'd still remain strong. The Devil that holds Bronx's heart damned his speech for saying his name, but the Sniper cared little. He'd make his way to the Barrel and put it onto the side, pushing it along, keeping a close eye on the Tar if he would ever try to escape. A new name was made on the paper, a pause for the Sniper as he'd check on it. As he did, a brisker wind blew around, an enemy spying, with Bronx unaware of their location. Scopes were set to find both the name and the barrel's contents, a closer look to ensure Envy was safe.
"Volvo Vizien - 44 Years Old."
"June 11th - TBA"
"Core Magic."
"Core Magic?" His eyes widened a smidge upon reading the text. A chance to get a proper third set of bullets. He's heard a few mumbles regarding this specific style, though as he'd check the paper, there doesn't seem to be any specifics on what kind of Core Magic it was. Annoyed, Bronx merely put away the piece of paper and continued to push on.
"So that's what caused the explosion..." The figure questioned as he'd see the gates opening. His appearance cloaked away, he'd descend down and tried to follow him into Calibren, seeing the guards trying to get ready on defending the city. Before they'd reach it, the figure would pull out a golden cane, one adorned with a Snake's hood, a tilt forward to move him in closer without being detected. "...And as luck would have it, most of the strongest forces are coming here. Crimsoñia's got a lot of work to do..." A musical tune out from his voice, as he'd set up his connection, making his way into a nearby alleyway, hiding himself amongst the crowds of people cheering and dancing. As he'd move, he'd see the target's location, a small shop that housed a Father and two children.
"Volvo's Emporium of Viola's."
"Father figure of two, Violinist." He'd peek over to see the handles of the instruments, each one taking an animal-like shape. Crows, Owls, Wyverns, Peacocks. "Avian beasts, with the Wyvern being the titular ace. His Core's reliant on the beasts of the sky. Interesting..." The cloaked figure was quick on planting a trap, a few pieces of paper scattering over and sliding into the shop's sides, before leaving the area. "If he comes over and tries to assassinate him, I'll act as his guard. If Bronx gets killed, it's one less problem we can deal with..." A thorough plan, as the papers began to unfold themselves, imprinting onto the wall.
A set of Hieroglyphics laid across the stonework, bedsheet-like ghosts with big feet and eyes through the cloth. They became animate once the cloaked man left, already abiding by his will, quickly scampering away into the shop, acting as his personal camera's to watch and see what Bronx will do once he comes to fulfill his Devil's demands.