The figure's aura slowly seeped from his body, a suffocating, oppressive weight that pressed down on the entire hall. The air grew thick, heavy with malevolent power, making the three kneeling sins tremble even harder, their breaths shallow and ragged.
His gaze shifted toward Gioni, his voice low and regal, carrying the weight of absolute authority.
"Gluttony."
Gioni's massive body flinched violently, his voice cracking like a frightened child. "M... Master... G... Gioni was just hungry... Gioni just wanted to..."
The figure's aura flared, surging outward in a violent wave that swept through the entire hall. Everyone present, even Primarch and the other sins, felt the crushing pressure. Their bodies trembled, their breaths hitching as they struggled to remain composed under the overwhelming weight of his presence.
