Restored to the size of an ordinary person, Pride remained overbearing.
Its gaze swept over the statues, and an uncanny radiance enveloped them.
Sloth yawned.
It seemed utterly unconcerned, but its almost tangible, distorted aura was far too obvious.
Pride, however, did not care.
The arrogance that welled up from the depths of its soul meant it never spared a thought for anything else, including Sloth, which shared its origin.
In Pride's eyes, Sloth was an ant as well.
In fact, everything apart from Pride itself was an ant.
Sensing Pride's rapidly growing strength, Sloth felt a rare sense of anxiety.
The unfamiliar feeling made Sloth increasingly agitated.
It was as though the Original Sin known as wrath was about to manifest.
Finally, Sloth's gaze landed on the half-dead Heta.
Without the slightest hesitation, Sloth's uncanny radiance swallowed Heta.
It knew perfectly well how rare an opportunity this was.
It might well be the only one.
If it failed to seize it, it would sink into eternal ruin.
An uncanny aura surged inside the tent. Any of the Steppe People with even slightly keen senses could tell something was wrong.
But Heta's earlier orders and longstanding notoriety were enough to keep them from approaching to investigate.
That did not, however, include the hot-tempered Lerpi.
As the fiercest warrior under the Steppe King, likewise renowned for taking on a thousand men alone, Lerpi stood two heads taller than an ordinary person.
Knotted muscles made his towering frame even more imposing.
His upper arms alone were thicker than an ordinary person's thighs.
Blue and black markings swept down from above his eyes to his jaw, making his already ugly face even more hideous and intimidating.
Lerpi strode toward Heta's tent.
The soldiers around him quickly backed away. Just as they dared not