Emeros channeled the Wrath that he felt to resist the power of Sloth and poured out his anger through his steps.
Each stride struck the flesh-stone ground like a hammer blow. He did not run smoothly, but stomped in an effort to release his rage. His boots gouged shallow trenches in the living floor as he forced momentum into limbs that wanted nothing more than to stop. Wrath roared in his chest, hot and bright, a furnace that burned away hesitation; nonetheless, Wisdom stood beside that fire and prevented Emeros from losing it into the rage.
"These two... useless....!" Emeros cursed as he ran with the two in tow.
He felt the warning even as he leaned forward and drove harder, anger surging through his veins. The Devouring Pearl throbbed within Noxus like a second heart, furious, hungry, offended that the world dared resist it.
