Chapter 772: Summoning The Sin of Gluttony (3)
The ground itself seemed to writhe under the onslaught as if recoiling from the madness that had taken hold. Buildings, weakened by the endless assault of those trying to eat them, began to crumble, adding to the chaos as debris rained down upon the rabid hordes below. The Citadel of War, once a place of order and power, had become a nightmarish vision of unchecked gluttony and destruction.
In the midst of this chaos, the Sin of Gluttony stood as a monument to the madness it had unleashed. Its hundreds of thousands of eyes bulged grotesquely, watching with a sick satisfaction as the world around it consumed itself. The black, abyssal chains that bound it rattled ominously, as if barely able to contain the monster’s desire to feed on the very souls of the beings it had driven to madness.
The Lich, standing near the portal, observed the mayhem with cold detachment, its newly acquired memories from Voracity giving it a full understanding of the destruction it had wrought. The Citadel was now a domain of pure, unbridled chaos, where the very essence of gluttony ruled supreme, and where all that lived would ultimately devour itself in a futile attempt to fill an endless void.
The scene was one of absolute horror, a brutal display of the power of the Sin of Gluttony, as the once-dominant Citadel of War was reduced to a writhing mass of bodies, all consumed by a hunger that would never be quenched.
As the Sin of Gluttony continued to radiate its corrupting influence, the grotesque mass of rotting flesh began to stir. It could feel the resonance of the surrounding beings, their minds, and bodies consumed by the very essence of its sin. The chaotic frenzy of the Citadel, with its inhabitants devouring anything and everything in a desperate bid to satisfy their insatiable hunger, fed directly into the Sin of Gluttony’s own being. This resonance, this echo of its own nature in the actions of those around it, began to awaken the dormant terror within.
At first, the movement was subtle—a slight quiver that rippled across the creature’s decaying surface, causing its hundreds of thousands of eyes to blink in unison, their dilated pupils contracting in response to the newfound surge of energy. The grotesque, rotting flesh that made up its form began to pulsate rhythmically, as though it were a monstrous heart slowly beating to life. The once-limp mass of tissue now writhed with renewed vigor, each undulation sending waves of putrid fluids oozing down its sides, pooling in the cracks and crevices of the Citadel’s blood-soaked ground.
The black, abyssal chains that bound the Sin of Gluttony rattled ominously, their metal groaning under the increasing strain. The creature’s awakening sent tremors through the ground, causing fissures to spread out from the magic circle as if the earth itself was being torn apart by the sheer force of its will to break free. The chains, once secure and unyielding, now struggled to contain the growing power of the entity they held.
With a sudden, violent convulsion, the Sin of Gluttony began to thrash against its bonds, its grotesque form shaking with a terrifying intensity. The eyes that covered its body rolled wildly in their sockets, bulging with frenzied energy as they darted in all directions, desperate to take in the sight of the world that fed its awakening. Each eye seemed to burn with a ravenous hunger, reflecting the madness it had unleashed upon the Citadel.
The chains dug deeper into the creature’s flesh as it pulled against them, causing thick, blackened blood to ooze from the wounds they created. The metal of the chains, dark as the abyss, began to crack and splinter under immense pressure, sending shards of darkness spiraling into the air. The sound of metal straining and cracking echoed through the Citadel, a chilling reminder of the unstoppable force that was beginning to break free.
As the Sin of Gluttony continued to struggle, the very atmosphere around it seemed to warp and twist, drawn into the gravitational pull of its monstrous hunger. The air grew thick with the scent of decay and the taste of rot, as the boundaries between the creature and the world around it began to blur. The lines between reality and the Sin’s essence weakened, allowing the creature to exert its influence even further, pulling in the energy of the rabid beings around it like a vortex of pure, unadulterated gluttony.
The ground beneath the Sin of Gluttony started to sink, unable to bear the weight of its growing power. Chunks of earth were torn away as the creature thrashed violently, its body swelling with the energy it absorbed from the frenzied chaos around it. The chains, now visibly strained and barely holding, began to emit an otherworldly screech, their very essence threatening to shatter under immense pressure.
With every passing moment, the Sin of Gluttony’s struggle grew more intense, its desire to break free fueled by the resonance it felt with the world around it. The creature’s body convulsed with horrific energy, its grotesque mass rippling as it continued to pull against its bonds. The once-dormant terror was now fully awake, its hunger and fury growing with every second, and the very fabric of the Citadel of War trembled under the force of its awakening.
The Sin of Gluttony, a monstrous entity of insatiable appetite, was on the verge of breaking free. The chains that held it were weakening, and with each desperate thrash, it came closer to unleashing its full, horrific power upon a world that was already falling apart under its influence. The nightmare that was the Sin of Gluttony was no longer a mere prisoner; it was a force of nature, ready to devour everything in its path.
As the Sin of Gluttony thrashed violently, on the verge of breaking free from its abyssal chains, Orion’s eyes narrowed with fierce determination. He could feel the raw, overwhelming power of the creature, a quasi-god whose very essence was a manifestation of pure, insatiable hunger. But Orion was not one to back down, even in the face of such a monstrosity. Summoning the depths of his power, he activated his most formidable ability: [Royal Flesh Manipulation].
With a sharp, commanding gesture, Orion extended his hand toward the Sin of Gluttony. The air around him crackled with energy as his will reached out to the creature’s grotesque, writhing form. His power surged through the blood-soaked ground, up through the fissures and cracks, and directly into the monstrous mass of decayed flesh. The Sin of Gluttony, sensing the intrusion, let out a guttural, otherworldly growl, its countless eyes widening in panic as it felt its very being come under Orion’s control.
Orion gritted his teeth, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead as he exerted his power. [Royal Flesh Manipulation] was not a simple spell—it was a direct assault on the very fabric of a creature’s existence, and manipulating the flesh of a being as powerful as the Sin of Gluttony required immense concentration and strength. But Orion was relentless. He forced his will upon the creature’s flesh, twisting and bending it to his command.
The Sin of Gluttony’s grotesque mass began to convulse as Orion’s power took hold. Its flesh, once pulsating with wild energy, started to warp and twist unnaturally. The chains that bound the creature dug deeper into its flesh, but instead of merely restraining it, they began to fuse with its body. Orion’s manipulation merged the chains with the Sin’s very essence, intertwining metal and flesh in a gruesome, inescapable bond. The once-cracking chains now became a part of the creature, their dark metal fusing seamlessly with the rotting tissue, reinforcing their grip with a terrible finality.
Realizing it was being trapped, the Sin of Gluttony unleashed a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the Citadel of War, a sound so filled with agony and rage that it made the very ground tremble. The scream was an expression of its fury at being subdued, a monstrous wail that sent shockwaves through the air, causing the remaining structures of the Citadel to shudder and crack. The eyes covering its body rolled madly, bulging as it writhed against the newly fused chains, but no amount of struggling could free it from Orion’s iron grip.
For a moment, Orion stood tall, his hand still outstretched, his face set in a grim expression of victory. But the exertion had taken its toll. His vision blurred, and his legs buckled beneath him. With a heavy exhale, Orion dropped to his knees, his body trembling from the sheer amount of energy he had just expended. The weight of what he had accomplished bore down on him, and he could feel the exhaustion seeping into his bones, threatening to overwhelm him.
He stayed on his knees for a moment, breathing heavily, the world around him spinning slightly as he fought to regain his composure. The sweat on his brow dripped down his face, mixing with the grime and blood of the battlefield. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, trying to steady himself. His heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to let it keep him down. He couldn’t afford to show weakness, not now.
With a determined grunt, Orion pushed himself back to his feet, shaky but resolute. He stood tall once more, his eyes fixed on the now-ensnared Sin of Gluttony, which continued to thrash in its chains, howling in fury and despair. Orion had subdued the beast, but he knew the battle was far from over. The Citadel of War was still a place of chaos, and the forces of Hell would not be easily tamed.
But for now, he had won. He had bent a quasi-god to his will and prevented a catastrophe. And even though his body screamed with exhaustion, Orion’s spirit remained unbroken. He would continue to fight, to dominate, and to ensure that his throne world remained unchallenged.
