Silas's stance was wavering, his gaze dropping in and out of focus as he looked up at the bullet. It still was not large enough; he wouldn't be able to kill Nabû-Zēr with this attack.
He did not want to encase the attack yet, as he wanted to guarantee that it would kill him. He gripped his elbow tightly, keeping his hand still as he panted.
The platinum blonde bullet above him continued to shake, but he stood firm.
"Haruto. Help me."
"With what?"
"I can't... Hold myself up for much longer."
There was a hint of hesitation behind his voice, but it was still filled with need. Haruto, of course, obliged, pulling himself up before struggling to find Silas.
It didn't take long before he found the center of the room and held Silas's arm. He tried to adjust Silas's arm, at the same time inspecting it.
"Are you okay, Silas?" He asked gently.
Silas didn't respond, which made Haruto raise an eyebrow. A moment of silence was shared between the two, as a drop of sweat ran down Haruto's forehead.
A look of worry painted his face as he attempted to be Silas's anchor. He made sure his body stood upright, even letting him lean on him for support.
The silence only grew thicker with each moment, making Haruto freeze awkwardly. Then, Haruto began to sweat profusely.
The longer the silence lasted, the more Haruto realized that Silas wasn't shaking at all. It felt as if something was being pulled out of him. He grasped Silas's elbow in pain, his grip becoming tighter by the second.
"Silas—"
Haruto could only gasp in surprise as he felt Silas's palm grip his face.
"Bang."
The next moment, Haruto's head exploded.
Krk!
Silas's posture stopped wavering immediately, his face going blank, expressionless.
Haruto's brains splattered in all directions, blood spurting out of where his neck had been just a second ago.
His body stilled for a moment, the contents of his bowels being poured out as he went stiff.
It fell to the ground, his blood spilling across one of the decagon ingredients.
Once a human dies, it has no reason to be called a person anymore. Its soul has left its body, free of sin and life.
I told you, everything must come full circle.
This is one of the many sins that humanity may commit. Compassion, Sin, Desire, Joy — these are all just a loop you will experience until your soul dissipates from existence.
Silas extended his arm towards Haruto and gathered his skin. In the end, his body became a bloody puddle of muscles.
The size of the bullet above Silas turned from that of a tank to the size of a missile. Only after it reached its full potential did he wrap the rings around it.
They obeyed his mind, adjusting their size accordingly. The platinum blonde bullet became an onyx black; the color of its aura did not change. Only when everything was fully pieced together did Silas let off the shot without another thought.
At first, the gunshot did not register in his brain. Only after a few moments, when it reached the center of the building, did it roar throughout the structure.
Boom!
Silas did not care about this; he had to get rid of Haruto's body. He shot the floor next to him before tossing Haruto's body into the void. Only after that did he take Simon up the stairs.
It would be an issue if he awoke to see all of the blood. Atop the tower, Ezra's group had narrowly avoided the area of the attack. Nabû-Zēr had fallen into the same state as Simon, a side effect he hadn't thought about.
Now that he was in Simon's mind, he was trapped until the memory ended. At this time, Simon was still figuring out how to escape this hell. Fortunately, this didn't take long as he found out how the illusion worked.
It was simple; all he needed to do was walk away from the memory, and he would be transferred to a white absence. Inside that absence stood an azure orb, which, when he touched it, transferred his consciousness back to his body.
However, what he did not know was that this would also transfer Nabû-Zēr's mind. But it was far too late for the royal. The bullet slammed into his body, vaporizing most of him in one shot.
"Curses!"
He used the last of his spiritual energy to command his brain out of his body and deactivate the domain. The group was quickly teleported back to the replica world.
They appeared in the same building they were before, but Haruto's body was not there.
"Silas, Simon, where's Haruto?" Evelyn asked.
Silas didn't respond for a few moments, wrinkles appearing across his forehead suddenly. It was as if this action was forced.
"I'm not sure. Haruto said he was going to see if he could free Simon from whatever he was in."
The rest of the group looked in confusion, which quickly turned to worry. Thinking Nabû-Zēr was dead, they began to search for him. Simon followed with the rest of them, although for a different reason.
(Even if Haruto is dead, this isn't a problem.)
Part of the reason he followed them was to fit in. Something else called to him, though.
(Where has Elliot been? Did he somehow pull Haruto out of the domain and kill him?)
Nabû-Zēr's brain ran across the city until it reached the border of New York. He was slowly regrowing his head, and as his jaw finally formed, he moved it around.
After confirming he could speak, he did so immediately.
"If only! If only thou hadst slaughtered that woman the second it came! She art the reason for my downfall. Saber-Cry Abyrion-Iscaria Soul-Trapped-Blood! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll—"
"I thought I told you not to direct your disgraceful, murderous intent against me. You disgusting faker."
Before Nabû could say another word, his head was split in two. Saber looked at the brain with disregard for a few moments before picking up the two pieces.
She shoved her sword into his ear and pushed the brain out. She sniffed it carefully before swallowing her sword.
"What do easterners say again?"
She looked up in thought for no longer than a second.
"Jal meokget-seum-ni-da."[1]
Only after this did Saber gnaw on it.
Gush! Gush!
Blood spilled out from the gaps of her fingers like a waterfall, and her face was painted in the scarlet liquid.
Why did I do this?
Because it would make me recover faster.
"Disgusting."
[1] "잘 먹겠습니다", a Korean saying meaning: "I will eat this well."