The sea breeze swept over the port, carrying the faint tang of salt and ozone as Thessaly weighed the revolver in her hand. The weapon looked strange under the morning sun, its metallic frame etched with faint runes that pulsed like a heartbeat.
The Ironthart's knights watched in awe, still not used to seeing such strange tools that combined sorcery with raw mechanical design, while Miller's guards didn't say anything, they already had their fair share of strange objects by their lord.
Thessaly's grin widened as she spun the revolver once on her finger before aiming it toward the open sea. "Let's see what this baby can do," she said, her tone a mix of mischief and calculation.
Sienna-Rose folded her arms, half amused, half wary. "Thessaly, if that thing explodes, you're the one explaining it to the people."
Thessaly ignored her, eyes glinting. She pulled the trigger.
