"Wrath! How does one lack that much grace?! It's honestly impressive!"
Off to his right, Pride stood with a manic look in his eyes as he marched toward the table.
To his left, Wrath matched his pace.
"You needed only to let me through."
Pride's steps were silent, but if they were on solid ground, Vale felt that each would make the world tremble.
Staying where he was, Vale narrowed his eyes and kept studying the two.
"You are an arrogant miscreant. Because of you, some bugs gained the confidence to dare even look upon my soil."
The two closed in on the table, their eyes alight with their ardent desire. Their overbearing presences clashed, filling the space with malevolent despair.
A beautiful blue-haired woman stood, her eyes drifting open, causing a torrent of blue smoke to pour out.
Wrath cast a glance at Sloth, then said:
"Behave, Pride. Or would you like that very pride you've founded yourself upon shattered and decimated?"
