Zeus' gaze returned to me.
"Demon brat, quite a mess you made~" His tone carried a faint mockery, light enough to be deniable, sharp enough to sting. "For a prince to fall this much… stripped of his powers, reduced to this state—yet still clinging to the thieves who carry what was once yours. How nostalgic."
His eyes flicked deliberately.
Zeraphira—Wrath—stood rigid, infernal fire restrained to a disciplined simmer.
Ravvy—Gluttony—clutched my coat tighter, black hair hiding most of her face, aura trembling like a frightened animal unsure whether to bare its fangs or run.
Valeria—Lust—had gone uncharacteristically quiet, pink hair fluttering faintly as her smile faded into something sharper, more dangerous.
Ezravia—Envy—watched Zeus with narrowed purple eyes, envy mana coiled inward like a serpent ready to strike if permitted.
The implication was clear.
And intentional.
