"I know you—Disaster Messenger, Regulus Harvey."
Talulah's gaze held no emotion as she spoke in a low, steady voice."Someone like you… why are you standing with the unjust?"
Revy furrowed his brow at her unprovoked accusation."The unjust? You mean Rhodes Island?"
"Indeed. An organization of Infected that kills fellow Infected… naturally, that is unjust."
Revy gave a cold chuckle. He didn't answer. Instead, he spat on the ground—a response more honest than words.
Talulah's eyes narrowed, her expression chilling.
"…What do you mean by that?"
"Sometimes I wonder if you were born in Columbia."
His deliberately evasive tone made Talulah frown, but she said nothing—only stared silently at the man in front of her.
"Blaming others for your own crimes, then condemning them from a moral high ground? That's something I've only seen Columbian politicians excel at."
He sneered.
"All along the way, what I've seen is Integrated Movement looting, burning, killing. The ones oppressing other Infected patients? Also your people. And the ones murdering those who refuse to join you? Still you."
"As for Rhodes Island? Other than fighting off a few Integrated Movement squads that blocked their path, I haven't seen them harm a single Infected."
"So frankly, your rhetoric—and you—are laughable."
Talulah's eyes narrowed dangerously, killing intent flashing behind her mask of calm.But before she could speak, a different voice—angry and impulsive—cut in.
"Talulah! Don't waste your time with him! Even if he's the so-called 'Prophet,' he's nothing more than a lost cause—Faust, kill him!"
Three purple arrows shot through the air toward Revy—followed by four more regular bolts from another direction.
It was a classic Faust tactic—attacking from multiple angles to overwhelm and confuse the target.Mephisto narrowed his eyes, as if already seeing Revy's corpse sprawled across the ground.
"Oh? Still trying?"
Revy's mocking voice rang out just in time.
With a swift movement, he tossed Amiya behind him and pulled a white pistol from his side. At the same time, a black pistol arced through the air into his other hand—and he fired seven shots in one second.
The shots blurred into a single continuous roar.
In the next moment, all the incoming arrows exploded midair—just like the one aimed at Amiya earlier.
"Impossible… He actually countered Faust's—"
Mephisto was stunned. But the next instant, his pupils widened.
Revy had his white pistol aimed… at a seemingly empty patch of darkness.
But Mephisto knew better.Faust was hiding there.
"No—Faust! Move!"
Too late.
Three rapid shots were fired into the shadows behind the rubble.A faint grunt was heard from the impact point.
"Faust! Answer me! Faust!!"
Mephisto called out in panic. A long pause followed—fifteen seconds—before a faint, strained voice replied:
"Cough… I'm fine. He broke my bowstring and hit me in the leg… not fatal, but… cough… I can't provide cover anymore."
"Stay put. I'll come heal you!"
Mephisto glared at Revy one last time. But concern for Faust outweighed vengeance.Without hesitation, the silver-haired boy turned and ran off into the distance.
"Impressive."
Talulah clapped lightly, her tone calm and unreadable."I don't know the exact numbers, but I was told Faust never snipes from closer than 400 meters. That's beyond the effective range of a handgun."
"Yet you managed to snap his bowstring and wound him in an instant. Quite the feat. Is that your Originium Art?"
Revy ignored her.
Instead, he turned slightly to glance at Amiya and the team behind her—his expression darkened.
"Only Ace came with you? Where's Stormeye? Where's Old Li? Blaze? Logos? Did Kelsey lose her mind, sending you here with so few?"
"I—"
Amiya opened her mouth. She wanted to explain—it wasn't Dr. Kelsey's fault. It was her own misjudgment that led her here without full preparation. But it didn't matter now. There was no time to argue.
"…Forget it."
Looking at the confused and overwhelmed Amiya, Revy had already guessed most of the truth. But he didn't have time to dwell on it.
Enemies surrounded them.And Talulah… Even Revy wasn't confident he could defeat her.
So he had never planned to win.
"There's a lot I wanted to say—to you… to everyone… even to the Doctor. But right now, there's no point.""Amiya. Take the Doctor and the others. Leave. I'll catch up."
"Wait—what does that mean?!"
Realizing what he meant, Amiya tried to run toward him—only for her legs to give out before she could take a single step.
"No! No—Revy!!"
(We only just met again…)(I still have so much… I wanted to tell you…)
The next instant, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck—and her world faded to black.
Revy nodded in satisfaction at the figure beside him—his old friend from the Babel Tower days.
"Good. Ace—get everyone out safe. I want your word."
Ace's voice trembled. He knew what this was—It sounded like a final farewell.
"…I swear it."
"…Farewell, Edge."
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Ark: The Cycle of Light and Darkness — Chapter 19: Codename — Edge（利刃）
"I know you—Disaster Messenger, Regulus Harvey."
Talulah's voice was calm and emotionless as her eyes settled on Revy."Someone like you… why stand beside the unjust?"
Revy frowned at her sudden accusation."The unjust? You mean Rhodes Island?"
"An organization of Infected that kills fellow Infected. Of course it's unjust."
Revy let out a cold laugh. He didn't argue—he spat on the ground instead, letting the gesture speak for him.
Talulah's expression turned colder.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Sometimes, I wonder if you were born in Columbia."
Talulah narrowed her eyes but said nothing. She simply watched him.
Revy sneered."Standing high on a moral pedestal while blaming others for your own actions… that's classic Columbian politics."
"From what I've seen, the ones burning, looting, and killing have been the Integrated Movement. The ones oppressing fellow Infected—are also your people. And the ones murdering those who don't join you? Still your people."
"As for Rhodes Island? Aside from defending themselves against your thugs, I haven't seen them harm a single infected person."
"So you, and your rhetoric, are laughable."
Talulah's gaze sharpened, the killing intent barely hidden. But before she could respond, Mephisto's furious voice rang out.
"Talulah! Don't waste time on him. Even if he's the 'Prophet', he's nothing but a fool. Faust—kill him!"
Three purple arrows shot toward Revy—followed by four ordinary ones from a different angle.
It was Faust's signature tactic—an unpredictable crossfire, leaving no room to react.
Mephisto narrowed his eyes, already imagining Revy's body lying in a pool of blood.
But Revy's voice rang out, mocking and calm.
"Oh? Still trying?"
With a swift motion, he tossed Amiya behind him, drew a white pistol, and caught a black one tossed midair. In less than a second, he fired seven shots.
The gunfire was so fast, it blended into one deafening roar.
The incoming arrows exploded midair—just like the attack earlier meant for Amiya.
"This… impossible! Faust's arrows were…"
Mephisto stared in disbelief. But then his pupils shrank—Revy was pointing the white pistol at what appeared to be empty space.
But Mephisto knew. That was where Faust was hiding.
"No! Faust, move!"
Revy pulled the trigger.
Three shots rang out, hitting the rubble and shadows beyond.
A low grunt echoed in response.
"Faust! Answer me! Faust!!"
Fifteen seconds of silence passed before a strained voice finally responded:
"Cough… I'm alright. He… broke my bowstring… hit my leg. It's not fatal, but… cough… I can't provide cover anymore."
"Hang on! I'm coming to heal you!"
Mephisto glared at Revy one last time, then turned and ran toward Faust.
"Impressive."
Talulah clapped slowly."I don't know the exact stats, but I've heard Faust never shoots from less than 400 meters. That's beyond a pistol's effective range."
"And yet… you broke his bowstring and wounded him in an instant. Quite the feat. Is that your Originium Art?"
Revy ignored her.
Instead, he looked at Amiya and the team behind her, then frowned.
"Only Ace came with you? Where's Stormeye? Old Li? Blaze? Logos? Did Kelsey lose her mind, sending you here with this little backup?"
"I—"
Amiya hesitated. She wanted to speak. She knew it wasn't Dr. Kelsey's fault. It was her own misjudgment. But now wasn't the time to assign blame.
"Forget it."
Revy could already guess the truth from her expression, but there was no time to discuss it.
They were surrounded by enemies. And Talulah—he wasn't confident he could win against her.
From the start, Revy had no intention of winning.
"I had a lot I wanted to say… to you, to them… even to the Doctor. But right now, none of it matters."
"Amiya, take the Doctor and the others. Leave. I'll catch up."
"Wait—what do you mean?!"
Realizing what he was doing, Amiya tried to run to him. But before she could take a step, her legs gave out.
"No! No! Revy!!"
(We just reunited…)(I still have so much… I wanted to say…)
The next second, pain struck the back of her neck—and her world faded to black.
Revy nodded approvingly at the familiar figure beside him—an old comrade from the Babel Tower days.
"Good. Ace—get everyone out safely. I want your word."
"…I swear it."
Ace's voice trembled. It sounded like a farewell.
"—Farewell, Edge."