Shade laughed again, a sharp, jagged sound that cut through the oppressive silence like a serrated blade. The shadows around him writhed violently, twisting into shapes that resembled screaming faces, coiling serpents, and skeletal hands reaching desperately for the sky.
Every inch of his domain seemed alive, responding to his twisted joy, yet even the mass of darkness quivered under Gluttony's incomprehensible presence.
The Sin's ten-percent form pressed down like a living vacuum, bending reality, crushing air, and making every shadow Shade conjured scream in silent agony before it was consumed or shredded.
"You like this, don't you?" Shade hissed, pacing in quick, unpredictable circles. His voice was manic, alternating between whispers and high-pitched bursts, almost conversational, almost teasing, yet entirely unhinged. "You think you're untouchable. That you're the predator here. But you're just a morsel I'm going to play with first."
