The Corrupted Syndicate

But that memory was shattered upon his return from a long journey. The sight that greeted him was one of devastation: the once-vibrant area lay in ruins, reduced to smoldering ashes.

The acrid scent of burning flesh lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the tragedy. Among the debris, he stumbled upon a small white plush bunny, its fur singed and dirty, a stark symbol of innocence lost beneath the rubble.

"I couldn't help it! They were too delicious! I had no choice, the Legion wasn't giving me enough food! I had to eat..."

"And you just couldn't stop... The taste of young flesh and ripe blood," taunted Mavislin, flexing her hands to summon her talons.

The Wendigo's eyes were frantic as he banged his head against the ground, desperately trying to silence the relentless wave of hunger and the haunting memories of his past that threatened to consume him.

His frantic movements mirrored the turmoil inside, a chaotic blend of regret and desperation that clawed at his sanity.

With each strike, he hoped to dislodge the sinister echoes of his former life, but they only grew louder, echoing the mistakes that had led him down this dark path.

The intensity of his struggle was palpable, revealing the depth of his despair as he faced the consequences of his actions.

Meanwhile, Mattheos felt a wave of nausea rise within him as he pictured the suffering those innocent children had endured, victims of the very person who had once sheltered them.

The thought of such betrayal gnawed at him, highlighting the chilling transformation of a supposed protector into a monster.

Each imagined cry reverberated in his mind, intensifying his disgust for the Wendigo, who had not only forsaken his responsibilities but had actively contributed to their torment.

The profound horror of betrayal weighed heavily on Matt, leaving him grappling with his emotions. He clenched his fists tightly, a silent vow forming in his heart to confront the darkness that had been unleashed.

While the dragoness simmered with anger and annoyance, and the rabbit struggled with feelings of disgust and horror, Zenos maintained a calm, neutral demeanor throughout the encounter.

The plight of the innocent lives lost seemed to hold no sway over him, nor did the writhing creature beneath his boot provoke any rage.

To Zenos, it was intriguing that Mavislin could channel such an aura of fury through her words, yet her expression remained devoid of emotion. What fascinated him most was her apparent detachment; she didn't seem ready to deliver the killing blow.

Instead, her annoyance overshadowed any desire for vengeance, creating a complex dynamic that piqued his interest.

Both Mavislin and Zenos were momentarily stunned when Mattheos drove his blade straight through the Wendigo's neck, a decisive and visceral blow. However, the Viceroy immediately sensed something amiss.

With swift precision, he leaped away, dragging Mavislin back with him. His instincts screamed danger, the kind that lurked beyond the physical realm, and something about the Wendigo's still form triggered an alarm in his mind.

Zenos knew this was far from over—there was more to this grotesque enemy than the mortal shell Mattheos had just pierced.

"Oi!" yelped Mavislin, as the blonde's grip remained on her abdomen.

"Hold still and refrain from advancing; your little rabbit has lost his composure," replied Zenos his words were proven right when the dragoness glanced at Matt's expression.

Her shock was intertwined with both fascination and worry as she observed the rabbit, overtaken by a blinding fury, tearing into the Wendigo's body with relentless strikes of his greatsword.

Each blow seemed fueled by a rage so deep it felt as if Mattheos intended not only to destroy the physical form of his enemy but to annihilate the very soul until nothing remained that either heaven or hell could recognize.

His movements were swift, brutal, and devoid of mercy, as though vengeance had consumed every fiber of his being.

"Third Sin; Inferno of Avarice, Beelzebub!" yelled Matt as a flame emerged from the tip of his blade and engulfed the remnants of the enemy.

Sensing that he might have been too carried away, the rabbit quickly kept his blade and tried to compose himself before looking at Mavislin with a soft smile.

"My apologies... I guess I got a little carried away in my newfound anger..."

"A little?" questioned the dragoness as she finally wrenched her way out from the Viceroy's grasp.

"Perhaps I have misjudged your little rabbit... It seems he does possess a bite after all. Now, shall we proceed? You appear to be reaching your limits, even with my heavy coat to shield you," remarked Zenos, his gaze sharp as he noted Mavislin's slight shivering.

"Yes... I can hear Medusa complaining in my head, about to become ice cream. It doesn't help that my girls have drifted off to sleep."