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Quackity slowly lowered the gun, his ears ringing from the blast, a cold sweat running down his back as the blood in his veins turned to ice. Surely it wasn’t that easy. There was no way it was simply that easy. Green electricity began to spark around Dream’s slumped over body, and slowly, the blood that had pooled onto the table began to retreat, flowing back towards him. Dream’s shoulders shifted, and slowly, he began to sit back up, the wound the gunshot had inflicted on him closed up like it had never happened, not a single marr left behind. The mask remained shattered on the table, and Quackity stared at the face he’d never even been able to get a glimpse of in the Vault, pale skin and sickly green eyes, with twin scars dug into his face over his eyes and crossing at the bridge of his nose, a cheap imitation of the God’s Holy Mark. Punz set the leather bound book back down on the podium with a sigh, the same green electricity that had surrounded Dream sparking around him momentarily before fizzling out. A page of the book ignited and burnt up before smoldering itself out of existence, the rest of the book untouched by the sudden flame. The Revive Book.