I came down on him like a falling star, my own gravity pulling me toward the broken shape of the First Demon Lord.
Dust swirled around the crater his body had made, a grey shroud for a dying king. Envy was struggling in the regolith. His robes were coming apart like smoke in a gale, his miasma flickering like a candle that refused to go out. He looked up as I landed, and there was no regret in his eyes, no acceptance. Only greed. A frantic, consuming want that even death standing over him couldn't put out.
"It isn't fair," he hissed. His voice scraped across my mind like rusted metal on bone. "You cheat. You turn my own tools against me. You make a weapon of my nature. That power, that Grey, it doesn't belong in the logic. It's outside the rules. It should be mine."
I landed in front of him. The impact was silent in the vacuum and shook through the stone. Valeria was in my hand, grey Divinity made solid, her edge humming with a line of severance waiting to be drawn.
