Cain felt the violet eyes of Gluttony lingering in his mind even as the silhouettes of Wrath, Pride, Lust, and Envy receded into nothingness. The air around him was silent, almost reverent, as if it too were waiting. Gluttony's presence remained, a shadow at the edge of his perception, calm and commanding.
"They will speak again soon," Gluttony said, its voice smooth and indulgent. "For now, it is time for you to wake up."
Cain frowned, confusion tightening his chest. "Wake up?" he asked. His voice sounded small to his own ears. "Where exactly am I supposed to wake up from?"
Gluttony did not answer in words. Instead, it lifted a small, delicate hand, the movement fluid and commanding. A strange pulse radiated from it, subtle but undeniable, brushing against the edges of Cain's mind. Before he could even think to resist, his vision flared into blinding white.
