The Icestorm looked with shock at Nick.
Not Greed?
She almost couldn't believe what she had just heard.
Then, she turned back to the Champion.
His sword was still in his hands, but he hadn't made a move.
"Is this a joke?" the Inferno asked with narrowed eyes.
"I don't know, is it?" Nick asked, turning to him. "Maybe you are Greed."
Naturally, when the Icestorm believed that Nick would essentially kill her, she had suffered quite a bit.
The pain of being innocent and being executed for crimes one didn't commit was immense.
Betrayal, helplessness, bitterness, hatred.
Nick's ability had picked up that suffering, and it had been quite immense.
She couldn't possibly be Greed.
"You're accusing me next?" the Inferno asked with narrowed eyes.