The clash was an earthquake of flame and hunger. Faron's crimson beasts slammed into Gluttony's bloated frame, fire howling as it devoured the black tide. The air warped, torn between two forces one born of endless hunger, the other of burning defiance.
Gluttony's thousand mouths screamed as one, black ichor boiling under the storm of fire. His massive arm shook, shielding his core, flesh sizzling against the inferno.
"IMPOSSIBLE… WHO ARE YOU!!!! "
Faron staggered forward, bones splintering inside him, his every step breaking something deeper. His arms shredded, flames spilling from torn muscle like veins turned molten. His ribs were fractured glass. But his eyes his eyes blazed brighter than the beasts themselves.
"I'M JUST A MAN—" he roared, blood spraying his lips, "—A VEINWALKER WHO PROMISED YOUNG ONES THEY'D LIVE TO SEE TOMORROW!"
