The descendant of Gluttony had never liked Voomie.
There were many reasons.
First, Voomie was a dog.
Second, she had defeated her in the Land of Sweets.
Third again, she was a dog.
Those reasons alone had been enough for the black cat to secretly swear revenge.
If another opportunity presented itself, she had every intention of defeating Voomie.
Or perhaps eating her first would also do.
Yet now, the black cat could only stare blankly at the colossal eldritch entity towering over the battlefield.
Its impossible body devoured missiles.
Its countless tentacles consumed lasers.
Its existence itself seemed capable of swallowing reality.
"…"
The cat slowly blinked.
"Amazing."
The hostility she had carefully nurtured vanished which was replaced entirely by admiration.
'So, this is true gluttony.'
Compared to that impossible monster, her own gluttony suddenly felt embarrassingly ordinary.
The construct she had painstakingly created was hardly weak.
