Envy had done more damage in a single exchange than he had managed in the entirety of the battle preceding it.
And he was just beginning.
The form he had assembled was not designed for any single purpose. It had been constructed entirely around the concept of sufficiency, carrying weapons of every form and nature layered into the same impossible structure, each one serving a function that the others did not.
The wings released a drifting haze as they moved, and anything the haze touched was pulled toward an eternal sleep, a descent into unconsciousness that had no natural floor and no guaranteed return.
The multi-eyes could see forward along the lines of possibility, reading the immediate future, both through time, fate, and echoes of reality.
