Of all of the possible ideas that Tusa could come up with, Ves did not expect him to turn his own machine into a weapon onto himself.
The sequence that Tusa had created in his mind was bold and surprisingly daring.
It was also an exceedingly dangerous fantasy that was already giving Ves headaches!
How the hell was he supposed to turn this dream into reality?!
Tusa clearly noticed Ves' distress.
"My apologies, cousin. I… did not limit my imagination. My emotions and desires got the better of me. It is silly of me to ask you to turn the Dark Zephyr into a phantom missile that can weaken everything he passes through."
