That was enough. My other sword, not occupied by Wrath’s blade, aimed to strike at Pride. He brought a shadow up to defend himself. But, unlike Wrath, he didn’t have the bullshit power to see everything – whatever the Ultimate Eye let Wrath do, Pride’s shadows had to be more abstract than any of that. And my sword, impossibly enough, cleaved straight through it.

A wide crack appeared on Pride’s body, tearing off a sleeve of his shirt. The ancient boy homunculus watched with total shock as gold and violet sparks slowly regenerated my hands.