With my command, the flood of demons surges into the enemy capital, striking where none expect us. And I do not linger in the back like some cowardly commander. No. With a single step I tear through time and space, appearing in their radiant world where even breathing alone feels like swallowing fire. The air scorches my throat, every breath thick with holy venom, but we know this already. Thanks to our spies, we gather enough to prepare.
I need nothing more than a breath. I snort, and the Pride within me blazes, refusing to let the angelic energy suppress me. The others are not so fortunate. They quickly activate the secret technique I forged for this moment, burning away the suffocating pressure so they can stand tall beside me.
"Flatten them…" I say coldly, my sins igniting within my chest, each one burning bright—Wrath licking through my veins, Envy clawing for blood, Pride roaring like a furnace—craving the taste of destruction.
