314 - Betray

The brown-haired woman clenched her fists, clicking her tongue before turning her back on her allies. "The absence of the desire for glory should be considered the death of a kingdom," she muttered bitterly.

"We cannot simply ignore the wishes of our founders," replied the crystal, its voice echoing off the stone attached to Wrath's waist. At the same moment, Pride turned her attention to the crystal, her features dominated by a palpable irritation. His face, although still beautiful, was contorted with fury; his eyebrows were clenched and veins were popping out on his forehead.

Slamming the end of her sledgehammer into the ground, she proclaimed: "And I wonder where those founders you talk so much about are! You're putting yourself in a cage, Sloth."