Rahim absently looked around the courtyard to familiarize himself with his surroundings, ignoring the quietly pondering copy who has yet to respond. After being in his prison for so long, it was refreshing to finally be out and see a new scenery. The courtyard was a down and dour place that others might find lonely or desolate but the avenger didn't care, it was his first step to freedom.

Upon escaping his confinement, he was instantly assaulted by a series of memories and thoughts that all seemed to belong to Wrath. It quickly brought him up to speed on what happened since the predator had come to Arendelle as well as the current situation. He was aware that both Edward and Wrath were unresponsive so the entity next to him was forced to step in to protect the body.

His body.

"How did you escape?"

The avenger turned to face the copy who had a curious look on his face and not an outright hostile one. "Originally, I thought Talib or Garret had come to free me but that wasn't the case. It seems something had weakened my prison enough to the point that I could even consider trying to break free. When I tried to escape, I felt someone pushing against me to try and keep me contained, I assume that person was you…"

Rahim trailed off as he said that to watch the copy's facial expression for anything that could give away what he was thinking. The person he spoke to said nothing and his face didn't change, seeing this the avenger continued speaking.

"...so I wasn't able to break through the first time but my prison had definitely been altered. I now had a sense of what was going on out here with the tremors and felt when your presence left this space which provided the chance for me to escape."

The copy noted that Rahim answered how he escaped but not the exact method he used to escape. His prison should've prevented him from having any power over this space as it had with the rest of Wrath's victims. There was something Rahim wasn't telling him and the copy wanted to know what it was.

"There's more than what you're letting on and I will find out what it is, for now though…" The copy raised a hand as some black dust started to rise out from the courtyard then picked up the discarded katana and placed it in his hand. The tip was aimed directly at Rahim who didn't appear threatened in the slightest.

"...you're going back into your prison."

The avenger eyed the black dust that began to surround him before absently saying, "Weren't you in the middle of something? I think the guest you were entertaining earlier is calling for you."

The copy had a retort for the cheeky remark when a foreboding sense made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He quickly forgot Rahim and focused on the feeling and could tell that it came from outside. Envy must've been getting back up to continue fighting. The imitation needed to go outside to deal with the Sin but he turned to Rahim who was still standing there not phased at all.

Despite the danger that Envy constituted, Rahim was a wildcard all on his own. The copy should deal with the avenger now before he got any ideas. As he was about to, that foreboding sense increased substantially and the copy found himself cursing as he reluctantly turned his attention to the outside leaving Rahim alone in Wrath's soul.

Rahim watched the copy fade away, leaving his katana behind that clattered to the floor with a series of rings. Bending at the waist to retrieve it, his fingers grasped the hilt and a sense of fulfillment blossomed in his chest.

It had been a very long time since he had last held his prized weapon.

It would've been more fulfilling to have his sheathe but the blade was enough for now.

Recognizing the copy would be back sooner or later to return him back to his prison, Rahim knew that he had to find some way to prevent that from happening. Fortunately, it seemed his jailer didn't realize the addition that had been added to Wrath's soul, or perhaps he didn't realize where it was. The avenger used his free hand to dig into his clothes before pulling out the tool that he was able to use the moment that first crack appeared in his prison.

In his hand was the book Father had given Wrath.

Even though Edward had spent days going over the book and reading through it, the pages were different for Rahim as it went on to explain other things in great detail. One of those subjects was how one went about escaping from another's soul that they were trapped in. There were several methods but the one that was most expedient was also considered the most dangerous.

Rahim didn't have the luxury of taking one of the slower and safer routes so he tucked the book back in his clothes and walked with his weapon in hand toward the courtyard door. Walking through it, he went out to the reflective surface that he might've considered a lake and took a step on it. Each footstep he took made the surface ripple as he walked out on it, the ripples went far as he could see.

He walked a fair stretch of distance then stopped on the lake and ripples kept forming on the surface where he stood. Raising his weapon to the side, Rahim took a deep breath before exhaling, mentalling preparing himself for what was about to happen.

A distant footstep echoed in his ears but he did not turn to face it, he continued to wait. More footsteps sounded around him but each were far off and very inconsistent. Where one would sound, another in a complete opposite direction would go off several moments later. It was like he was surrounded but still, he did not move. It wasn't until one footstep sounded and arm's length away from him did he finally move.

His blade was already up and cut into the hand of a perfect copy of Wrath, the one he had spent his entire life trying to kill. Such a face would've brought so much rage to him before but now, seeing it face to face with a weapon in his hand gave him a sense of serenity.

He flourished his katana that had his opponent lose his footing and the hand that was pushing so hard against the blade slammed into the lake they stood on. This put the avenger in a very advantageous spot, his opponent was now crouched where their head was chest level and in his right hand was his weapon already at the ready. How easy it would be to flick his wrist and decapitate his enemy right here and now, it was something Rahim would've done…

Had there not been another set of footsteps behind him that made him spin his whole body out the way while swiping his hand up.

He was rewarded with the arm of another copy of Wrath hitting the surface and watched the two copies jump back creating distance between the three of them. Rahim stared at the two copies as they rose to their full height and started to circle him, perhaps it was in his mind but his katana started to shake as if it couldn't wait to cut into them.

He looked at his hand and saw that it was shaking quite intensely

Maybe it's me, they've killed me in so many different fashions all this time, perhaps I'm scared…

Such a thought was logical since humans feared death and he was now facing two of the same monster that killed him. However, he felt nothing, he knew the only way to prevent him being sent back to that prison was to kill all these copies of Wrath and take whatever power they could give him. He was well aware of how starved Wrath was since he hadn't killed in a while, taking his fresh batches of power would temporarily tip the scales in the avenger's favor.

It was easier said than done since Rahim hasn't fought in so long and there was no telling what would happen if he died in this space.

That being said though, Rahim had spent all of his time carefully studying Wrath and knew the predator intimately. Whether it be one or two or twenty, fear would never enter his mind.

How can you fear something, when you've lived it with so long you've become numb to it?

Rahim gripped his hilt with both hands and waited as several footsteps all around him alerted him that he was surrounded but he remained where he was, waiting and watching to make his move.

The imitation opened his eyes in time to see a red light come from underneath the wall that fell on Envy. The ground started to shake as six heavy green arms shot out of the rubble and slammed their palms on the ground before lifting up the body it belonged to.

As it was expected, Envy was much bigger than before.

He wasn't taller however his form had filled out quite considerably. Before he had stick-like arms creating his weapons and moving them around with ease but now they were much thicker and longer. His legs were still split in half so he had four thick legs to stand on that all connected to a larger chest and neck that had muscles straining against the green skin. All in all, it looked like the jealous Sin had been spending all of his time getting stronger since their last meeting.

The rage he had made it quite easy to tell what he was thinking but the copy had a feeling that it wouldn't be as easy as he thought before.

"Nowhere to hide like last time…"

Envy raised his hands and a cloud of black dust formed in each hand. The copy readied himself for six different weapons to form and felt that he had ample time to react to each but that went out the window when six spear heads with chains attached to each flew out of each cloud. The green monster pointed all six hands at his target and his weapons followed his direction.

The copy leaned out of the way of the first few before diving over them to avoid the next set and grabbed a taut chain to swing himself toward his opponent. Envy eyes' tracked his opponent's fluid movements and when he saw him get in the air where his mobility would be limited, he aimed his weapons for his target's head.

A frown marred the young man's face as he caught the first spearhead aimed at his head with his feet, which made him do a backflip due to the force of the weapon thrown at him. This proved beneficial as he was now parallel with the chain of the spearhead his feet held on to and it made him a smaller target. More spearheads flew past him with only some barely grazing his body. He grabbed one chain in each hand and yanked on them hard while relaxing his feet, doing so launched his body like an arrow toward his enemy.

The Jealous Sin quickly decided to change tactics and created two shields that were fit for giants that completely walled him off from sight. Seeing the obstruction, the copy flipped his body so his feet would impact the shields first and he'd be able to push off and jump over the shields to get to his target. Unfortunately got closer, the shields rushed forward forcing him to brace himself against them as he landed.

Envy felt the impact of a body and threw away his shields so he could grab his target. Unfortunately for him, doing so opened his defenses and allowed the copy to slip through his attempts to latch on and couldn't stop the claws that whipped out and slashed both of his eyes. The Jealous Sin's hands flew immediately to his gouged out eyes as he roared in pain and rage that the same thing happened like last time.

His opponent rolled as he hit the ground to keep his momentum as he circled around before taking a heavy swing at one of Envy's knees, caving in his leg. The Jealous Sin tipped over as he put his hands down to catch himself while swiping a free hand blindly hoping to catch his opponent. The copy hopped over the blind swing while getting within arm's length and delivered a savage left cross that whipped Envy's head to the side.

Temporarily stunned by the fluid succession of strikes, Envy tried to regain his bearings despite being blind. He didn't have much time when a vicious uppercut slammed and broke his jaw. The force had him careening over and landing on his back. The Jealous Sin's head spun but got a sense of where his opponent was and was their next likely move. The long days under Talib's 'care' had granted him a higher resistance to pain as well as better more in depth knowledge of his abilities.

There was also the fact that he was a Sin as well and knew that one of their big weaknesses were the anchors that bound their souls.

Despite evidence to the contrary, Wrath didn't seem to want to kill him, doing so would only cause him to reform his body with the stone at its core. His real target was likely the stone in his chest, ripping that out in his transformed state would cause him to lose all connection to the black dust animating his body and it being effectively lost as opposed to Envy just regrowing whatever injured organ that caused his death.

Going off that line of thought, Envy guessed that Wrath would want him in a position like he was in currently to allow him easier access to the Jealous Sin's chest. Which was why when Envy's back hit the ground, the Sin slammed all of his palms on the ground. A moment later, dozens of blades spawned from underneath the ground he laid on and they all created a ring of steel around him that all converged right above him.

Envy half expected another hard hit but all he felt was some type of liquid dripping onto him from above. The Sin smirked, he knew what blood smelled like and the scent was thick right above him, he didn't know how damaged his opponent was but he knew that he got him.

The Jealous Sin blindly grabbed above him hoping one of his hands would latch onto something but the sound of steel breaking echoed in his ears as more blood was flung on him. His hands found nothing, but Envy could hear the echoing of steel further away from him and guessed Wrath jumped away after freeing himself.

Tired of being without sight, Envy started the process of reverting to his base form to regain his ability to heal. The enormous injured green body jerked before lifelessly falling to the ground face forward as if it was a puppet and its strings had been cut. Immediately after, the red stone that anchored his soul to this body rose out of Envy's back and black dust flowed from the hole it made. It swirled until Envy's upper torso was sticking out of the green monster that was Envy the jealous.

The Sin's eyes took a second to focus but he could clearly make out Wrath standing out of range of the ring of steel spikes that surrounded his opponent. Envy's eyes filled with elation as he looked over his enemy's body.

There were deep puncture wounds as well as some blades still impaled in Wrath's body. The predator had an angry expression on his face as he reached up to pull out a blade out of his right shoulder before tossing it to the ground next to the other removed blades. It seemed he had run head first into the ring of steel and was now taking his time to heal his wounds.

Unfortunately for him, Envy didn't feel like giving him that amount of time.

Despite being forced out of his more powerful form, Envy had created an advantage for himself. During his time as Envy the Jealous, all the weapons he had created were still lying all around them. With them already made, he did not need to expend any extra power creating them when it was quite simple to control them.

Pulling himself out of his large body and creating a lower body for him to stand on, Envy raised his hands and all the weapons around them started to rise. With a fanged smile, he pointed at Wrath and watched the multitude of chains, spearheads, blades, and even shields race to converge on his target.

The copy rolled out of the way of the first wave of weapons while calling upon his new reserves of power from those prototypes to heal himself when something hit him. The relief of his wounds mending registered in his mind but there was also this faint urge of hunger that hit the bottom of his stomach. He pushed it out of his mind as he felt his muscles respond faster as he sidestepped a spear head zooming toward his head and quickly back peddling to avoid a rain of blades.

Feeling that his body was completely mended, the imitation dodged out of the way of the barrage of spearheads that left him briefly hovering over the ground from his quick dodge. The moment his foot hit the ground to catch himself, he planned on launching himself off that foot with a burst of power to quickly close the distance and hopefully remove Envy's head this time to disrupt the Sin's plan of attack.

Once again, he felt his reserves ready to answer his call, but the moment they did that urge of hunger once again distracted his mind. It gnawed at him as if he hadn't eaten anything in hours and it was time to sustain himself with food. Nothing too much but just enough to shake his concentration a smidge.

And that smidge was enough for Envy to see the charge coming and plant a shield right in between them, which the copy slammed right into.

Planning on either rushing forward to punch Envy's head off or zoom by and once again slice his eyes in case he tried to side step, the copy's body was positioned in a way that the first thing that hit the shield was his head and then his right shoulder. The shield broke, with the force of him barreling toward it but the imitation skidded against the ground after tackling the shield.

The copy only stayed down for a moment before rolling out of the way of a spearhead implanting itself where his head was. As he rolled, he saw the next one coming and stopped just in time from being skewered while trying to get back on his feet to be able to properly react. When one of his feet was planted on the ground and he was now in a kneeling position, two spearheads from above zoomed at his head causing him to duck and the two spearheads to criss-cross above his head and into the ground behind him.

In a crouched position, the copy was about to push off with all four limbs forward when a rain of blades started to approach him from the front. Instinctively, the predator jumped back to stay out of range but found his back caught on the chains that were tied to spearheads from earlier. He could see Envy's grin immediately grow wider as closed his palms and snatched his hands back as if he was pulling on a line.

How appropriate when the copy felt all the chains around him all constricted at once, ensnaring his body. Seeing the rain get even closer, The imitation quickly pulled on more of his reserves and that distracting urge of hunger not only hit him again but his vision actually tunneled and focused entirely on Envy. Finding it harder to shake off this time over last time, the copy wasn't able to muster enough strength to snap his bonds but he was able to leap out the way while still remaining bound.

Envy felt the strong yank on his chains as his prey dodged his two staged attack but kept his stable stance as he focused on keeping his prey bound. Deciding to forgo trying to impale his opponent again, the Jealous Sin changed tactics and shot his hands up in the air, causing the chains to jerk up and snatch his opponent in the air before slamming back down toward the castle.

The copy felt air rush by him as he was yanked up and felt it immediately changed direction as he was sent barreling back down toward the ground again, only to smash through the castle roof and land in one of the many hallways.

Dazed from slamming through the roof and into the flooring, the imitation took a second to gather his bearings. His mind quickly focused when he felt himself being dragged by the chains wrapped around him. Thrashing around his bonds, he managed to get an arm out and thrust it into the floor under him to anchor himself. The chains that tethered him to Envy grew taut as he felt the Jealous Sin tug hard on them to pull him out the castle.

The wooden flooring gave way slowly as the copy felt himself being dragged and knew all he did was buy himself some time. He would've called on his reserves for strength but that hunger from earlier plagued his mind as he tried to figure out what was causing it. He would've taken a second to look in on Wrath's soul to see the issue but doing so would take his focus away from the physical world which would make his body go lax.

Even for a moment, that was dangerous and would likely be a fatal mistake.

So he decided to just use the strength he had at his disposal already. Reaching down with his feet, he grabbed a section and pulled on it hard and felt himself grind to a halt. Quickly, with his other foot that wasn't holding the chain, he grasped some of the slack that was made when he loosened his grip on the floor and tried to quickly snap it with a jerk.

The chain held under the violent tug and the imitation figured he'd probably need to use both of his hands for a chance to break it. Oddly enough as he thought that, the chains went lax. While his other arm was still bound, the copy chose now being a great time to get to his feet and try to see if he could work the chains that bound his arm to his side.

He only just started when his body instinctively tensed as something was coming this way. The windows facing the outside gave way as a torrent of blades shot through them. The imitation moved to sprint down the hallway to avoid the barrage but the spearheads that were at the end of the chains that bound him, immediately anchored into the nearest wall trapping him there.

Time seemed to slow down as the copy's instincts argued with his mind. His instincts were screaming at him to call upon his reserves and snap his bonds and dodge but his mind argued that he'd feel that urge of hunger again and it would cloud his mind.

If this was either Wrath or Edward, then the argument might've lasted longer but the copy had already broken the chains by using his free hand to grab them and rip them off while jerking his bound hand in the opposite direction. He then dove down the hallway, diving and jumping over each blade that came his way with none of them scratching him. Landing at the end of the hallway where there were no more windows, the copy was silent as he just breathed.

His hands started to shake as black dust formed at the fingertips of his right hand and turned into claws. His breathing grew heavier as his teeth all got sharper and his earlier wounds started to close.

The copy wasn't shaking in anger or any emotion really, his mind was blank. That was the key difference between him and Wrath and Edward, the latter two leaned more on their mind to dictate their actions, the copy was different.

He was pure base instinct.

The argument that drawing on his reserves would unfocus his mind was a trace of the other two influencing him to actually think about his actions. However, his instincts controlled his body and always led him forward so when the two forces argued, his body immediately conceded to instinct.

Which led to him using a substantial amount of power to escape his bonds, and feeling an intense urge of hunger that completely quieted his mind.

Before, the copy only wanted to destroy Envy to protect Wrath's body but now every fiber of his being wanted something even more than that.

Those earlier urges had aroused his insatiable hunger for rage and the predator deeply inhaled and felt the biggest source of it was right outside in the form of Envy. With his body completely running on instinct, the young man dashed straight into the wall that faced outside and went right through it in time to see Envy launching himself at the castle using the chains to pull himself toward it.

The two were suspended in air for a second rushing to meet one another. Envy's face began to morph into one of surprise to see his prey rushing out to meet him but Wrath's face was stuck in his trademark fanged grin that looked downright ominous on a human's face.

Rahim drew in a deep exhale as he adjusted his two handed grip on his weapon as he waited for the next incoming strike. Fighting these copies of Wrath had been harder than he anticipated, his reflexes were what they used to be, however his encyclopedic knowledge of how Wrath fought tipped the scales in his favor despite being outnumbered twenty to one.

The predators all had great speed as they circled him so fast that he could only see blurs but he could track all of their footsteps and knew wherever one would attack thanks to his opponents one tell that he never would have known had he not studied for so long. Whenever Wrath would fight, he'd either take a direct approach and charge head on with blinding speed that his prey didn't have time to act or he would confuse them with his fast movements before striking from any direction.

However before he made any strike, Wrath had to take a very hard footstep to stop himself to actually aim his attack, otherwise he'd never hit anything as he moved too fast.

The reflective surface Rahim was one was like a lake where the multitude of footsteps around him created a symphony of sound. Getting used to the rhythm and sound of his enemies circling him allowed him to define that one hard step to react to an attack. After adjusting to that tell, his next step was actually landing a strike.

Even though he could dodge their initial strikes, the predators were still quite fast when it came to close quarters combat. Attacking them relentlessly and without thought would get you killed as they would easily dodge your attacks and render you into little bits before you could defend yourself.

Fortunately, the young avenger had spent his time not only studying Wrath but also studying himself and seeing where he went wrong in his first life when he encountered his quarry. His emotions had gotten the best of him and he was filled with so much rage that he kept attacking without realizing how vulnerable it made him. Such a mistake cost him his life and the time he spent trapped forced him to reevaluate his life as a whole.

He remembered Talib teaching him to be methodical and logical, that allowing his emotions to rule him would be his undoing.

How right he was…

The very few emotions that weren't beaten out of him like rage and hate. One might feel these two were similar but they weren't there was an acute difference between the two. His rage burned for only a short amount of time but so intensely that all else would fade from his mind, while his hate was constant and deep rooted yet was tame enough to not completely consume his mind.

Both of these emotions worked in tandem and one often led to the other, his hate for Wrath dominated his life and upon reaching the end of it, his rage took over and he lost the battle. It was only after becoming Wrath did he realize the futility of his actions and the truth behind them.

Someone dominated by such emotions such as his would never beat Wrath who would see it coming and actively hunted those with such restraints. For him to win, he needed to embrace what his father and tried to instill into him as a child. That logic and focus would be the greatest advantage any one person could have.

So Rahim learned from Wrath, learned from himself how to achieve absolute focus without letting his emotions hinder him. With focus came logic, he could notice things that were blind to him before and consider their use by deductive reasoning.

His attacks were too straightforward and wasted too much effort trying to strike as fast as he could and as hard as he could from every direction in an attempt to confuse his enemy. Such a strategy immediately backfired as he found himself too overextended to react quickly, too committed to consider a different course.

It had taken what seemed to be an eternity but now his efforts had been rewarded. Surrounded by twenty copies of the very monster that he died to in a one on one confrontation, his old self would've blindly charged without any regard for his own life. Now however, with the absolute focus he attained he realized Wrath moved too fast for his own good and had to stop to properly fight.

So rather than chase after something he would never be able to catch, why not allow them to come to him and when they stop themselves to aim their attacks he was already ready with his own?

Another hard footstep echoed behind him had him pivot on one foot to quickly face his enemy and with the movement his blade followed fluidly with a rising slash and barely missed the current copy before him who leaned out of the way just in time. The predator remained close and tried to take advantage of the failed swing of his prey's sword by taking a swipe at his prey's head with his claws. Rahim, whose eyes never left his opponent, saw the attack coming. Several thousand times he'd seen this attack and knew its timing, speed, reach, even the subtle shift of Wrath's muscles whenever he prepared for it.

Which was why when it came his way, he simply tilted his head as it glided harmlessly past his face. Now his opponent was in an overextended stance and his blade was still very close to his target's neck. If Wrath had ever missed his target with his first few strikes he would usually retreat and prepare to ambush them from another direction. He may have lacked a brain but his survival instincts led him to always jump back to preserve his life.

As expected, as soon as the copy realized its blunder, it tried to leap back and allow one of the others to move forward but unfortunately, did not think to consider where Rahim's blade was when it leaped backward. The avenger honestly didn't even have to slash down to remove the copy's head from its shoulders, as long as he maintained a strong stance he would have his kill but meeting the copy's leap with his downward slash allowed him to quickly get back into a defensive stance as he waited and watched the others circle around him.

The head rolled lifelessly at his feet with the body dropping behind Rahim. A sense of elation would've been appropriate as the avenger had proven he could that which haunted him his whole life but no such feeling came. While he may not know what exactly would happen to himself should he die here, he knew that he was in a representational space, as such one might consider this place to not be real, only a representation of what lay in Wrath's soul.

Them dying here meant nothing as they were now bound to Wrath's soul which was the opposite for him as Wrath's soul was bound to his body and should he die then his soul would likely vanish leaving only Wrath's to remain.

However, even though his soul had been trapped in Wrath's, he was not bound by this representational space so all the restrictions here didn't apply to him unless special action had been taken, such as Wrath putting him in that special prison so his body would be the predator's. There was also the book he had recently just found that gave him much more insight as well as an idea on how to escape his current predicament.

As he had defeated the copy, Wrath's soul would recognize he was the stronger of the two and that allowed him to take the defeated soul for his own benefit. Rahim did not flinch as he felt the black dust of the fallen predator draw itself into his blade, he felt stronger for it but did not care to use his trophy for strength.

Instead, he allowed the soul to take in his rage, his hate that he bottled up for so long. While he maintained his absolute focus, he cut down each of the copies one by one and allowed them to join together in his blade and feast off all of his wrath. He could tell his rage was a delicious meal for them, but it was fleeting as he had no more left to give, his choice to discard his rage and hate made him an empty meal, which would only leave another to crave more.

He didn't know what was happening in the outside world but he knew that Wrath would eventually call upon these copies to give him power. Rahim just had to make sure the predator got the right copies.

The more he defeated, the more he allowed to feast on his poisoned hate and when he felt Wrath ask for power, he gave the predator just that. The copies he had taken for himself and filled them with a hunger for rage like a dying starving man wanted food.

The more he gave Wrath, the more Wrath would come to feel the urge to sate his hunger. He would soon lose his mind and look for any rage desperately, such an outcome would allow Rahim the chance to escape.

Mr. Jorgen frowned as he watched Envy and Wrath clash once again from where the Yule bell was hung. Wrath had seemed to become more feral than before and acted out of brutal instinct rather than survival as he had before. Envy was providing a fight but it was obvious that Wrath would be the winner.

The predator moved without any sense of self preservation and his body continued to draw on the massive reserves that fool had given him. Every time Envy would make a wound, Wrath would completely ignore it and use it as an opportunity to give his opponent an even more grievous wound in kind.

The harbormaster considered interfering not to save the pathetic imitation but to take his target now that he clearly wasn't thinking at all. However, the longer he watched, the more he wondered if it was truly a good idea to risk corrupting Stonewell with that beast.

The old man was everything anyone could ask for a perfect soldier despite his age. Putting him in a younger, stronger, and semi immortal body would definitely make a wondrous weapon, but Jorgen couldn't risk losing the mind to Wrath who seemed to have his corrupted by rage.

Besides that…

The harbormaster watched the soul echoes seep out of the predator's body with his every move, as if he was burning from the inside out. That was another reason why he began to have second thoughts on using Wrath, the predator was burning through all of his reserves and at this rate, he'd either burn out his own soul making him completely useless or seek out others for sustenance and turn Arendelle into another graveyard.

The old man sighed as he rose to his feet. It wasn't ideal, in fact, it would set him back years but he supposed he could make do without Wrath's soul. Stonewell on his own was quite strong and would assuredly make up any loss now given time.

All Mr. Jorgen need do was make sure that Wrath's body doesn't get destroyed either by Envy or the predator's self-destructive habits. The harbormaster prepared to go down and settle the situation when he caught the smell of a cigar wafting from behind him.

"You humans have the phrase 'speak of the devil and he shall appear' but your name never left my lips, is the saying wrong or does it apply to thoughts as well?"

Stonewell stood behind the harbormaster with a humored expression as he took a long drag from his cigar. "You're one to call someone else the devil, I thought you didn't believe in religious nonsense as you call it."

Mr. Jorgen might've continued this banter but he knew the soldier next to him was trying to stall to give Wrath more time to win. Why Walter continued to believe Wrath had any value eluded the harbormaster but it had become quite annoying as of late. He wasn't in any mood to debate this anymore, so he remained silent as he stepped on the ledge and prepared to head down when a flintlock being cocked still him.

The harbormaster had to stop himself from laughing. "Do you seriously believe you can threaten me with a pistol?"

"Why yes, I actually think I can."

Mr. Jorgen couldn't help the amused smile on his face as turned around prepared to call Walter's bluff when his face lost all of its earlier amusement when his eyes registered the sight in front of him.

Walter Stonewell had the pistol to his head and his finger had applied enough pressure to where the flintlock mechanism was a hair's breadth from shooting the bullet into his longtime investment's skull.