Fail

Wrath wasted no time as he hauled Veryon's unconscious body over his shoulder, his movements swift and methodical.

"Where do we hide him?" Gluttony muttered, gnawing on his nails anxiously. "We can't leave him out in the open!"

"Over there." Wrath gestured sharply to a shadowed corner where jagged rocks jutted out like teeth. Without hesitation, he tossed Veryon's limp body into the crevice, covering him with nearby debris to obscure him from sight. The others exchanged nervous glances, their usual bravado replaced by a growing fear.

And then it happened. The air shifted, heavy and oppressive. A cold, dark energy seeped into the room, making the already dim surroundings feel suffocating. Pride straightened immediately, his usual arrogance faltering as he muttered, "He's here."