Tenebria stared at the empty space where her left arm used to be.
The stump wasn't bleeding anymore. It was capped by a layer of grey static—a localized reality failure that refused to acknowledge biology.
Her eyes shifted to Orange (Gluttony).
"Regrow," she commanded.
The Miasma in the air rushed toward the injury, swirling in a vortex of healing potential. Flesh bubbled, bone tried to knit... and then it fizzled. The energy hit the grey static and dissipated.
The universe whispered a new rule: Tenebria has no left arm.
"You..." Tenebria looked up, her face twisting from shock into a rictus of pure, unadulterated fury. "You broke my symmetry!"
She screamed. It wasn't a battle cry; it was a sonic weapon amplified by the Authority of Wrath. The ocean below boiled from the sheer frequency.
"DIE!"
She raised her remaining hand.
She didn't hold back. She unleashed the Seven Sins simultaneously.
