[Event] [Elven Utopian War] [43] Wounded Alvara

"Alvara…" I called her name.

Unsurprisingly, there was no response.

Her disheveled hair cascaded over her face, hiding her expression, but I could guess what kind of torment was etched there. Even without seeing her eyes, the trembling in her shoulders and the way her hands clenched tightly against her knees told me everything I needed to know.

At least she hadn't completely lost control—yet. Thank God for that. Bryelle was still alive and Alvara herself seemed physically unharmed. Still, her utterly paralyzed flow vessels was a different matter. It must have left her feeling helpless, a condition she despised above all else.

That damned Sin of Sloth.

Its oppressive effects had nearly overwhelmed even me, and I only managed to resist thanks to my own Sin of Wrath, which absorbed the brunt of its attack. But Alvara wasn't as fortunate. The unfairness of these Sins was quite a cheat.