Midas.
Noah looked at the fat Abomination up and down with quiet appreciation. The amplified emotion of Greed was visibly bleeding into the creature's morphology, showing in how golden and bloated and ringed everything about him was.
With how fat the thing had ended up, Noah almost thought Midas might have fit better as Gluttony, the slightly adjacent sin, the one that ate rather than hoarded. But the engineering had been Greed. The hoarding had been Greed. The fatness was a hoarder's fatness, the body of accumulation rather than appetite, and Greed it remained.
The power was massive.
If he used something like Grimvault as a measuring stick, his Midas was worth more than five hundred Grimvault. About five hundred times the power output. Ridiculous in itself, and even more ridiculous when he thought about Grimvault.
He looked up.
