"...That’s dangerous too," he murmured, letting the sensation slip away before it could root itself too deeply.
Two stances. Two reactions. Each raw, each unfiltered, each far less refined than what he was used to. No abilities branching out, no spells snapping neatly into place... Just the core of the thing, exposed and volatile.
Information.
That’s what this was.
He was allowed to take a peek at the bones beneath the system’s polish. Otherwise, why let him switch out of the stance, which in turn stopped whatever the eerie creature was doing?
Finally, Kaiden reached for Gluttony.
The shift was subtler than Wrath, quieter than Pride.
It began in his center.
Space opened inside him. His body felt like a vessel whose limits had been loosened, reinforced, expanded. Mana flowed in naturally, eagerly... and stayed. It didn’t burn. It didn’t spike. It simply accumulated, dense and heavy, like water filling a deep reservoir.
There was a great deal of comfort in it.
The titan responded once more with an orange pulse spreading outward in a slow, rolling wave. The realm thickened. Gravity seemed to increase, not crushing but weighty, as if everything now mattered more simply by existing. The ground became resilient, layered, and able to endure far more stress without breaking.
Kaiden exhaled.
"...This one," he said quietly. "It’s as good as it’ll get..."
He let the other sensations fall away and remained in Gluttony, studying it carefully. Unlike Wrath, it didn’t scream at him to act. Unlike Pride, it didn’t try to define the world for him. It simply... waited. Offered him the ability to take more, hold more, endure more, without demanding how he used it.
Wrath worried him. Too sharp. Too volatile. He could already feel how easily it could spiral if mishandled.
Pride unsettled him in a different way. It was clean, elegant... and terrifying in how naturally it wanted to decide things for him.
But Gluttony?
Gluttony was familiar ground.
He’d used it countless times without issue. It had saved his life, kept him standing, let him push past limits that should’ve broken him. It never caused problems on its own. Never demanded excess. Never forced him to indulge.
If there was a place to start, a sin to dissect without immediately risking self-destruction...
"This is it," Kaiden decided, planting his feet as the orange-tinged weight of the realm settled around him.
He lifted his gaze back to the titan with his resolve hardening.
"Alright," he said, steady and focused. "Let’s talk Gluttony."
As soon as he said the words, the Gluttony stance settled fully into place. He tried to shift stances once again, mostly just for science, but realized he could not change again. "I’m locked in now, huh...?"
This was it. He had to steel his heart to see things through.
No more running.
The world changed.
At first, it was subtle. A graininess to the air, like dust caught in invisible currents. Then his eyes adjusted, and he realized they weren’t motes of dirt in the usual sense. They were particles. Countless fragments of potential drifting everywhere, embedded in the ground, suspended in the sky, clinging to the folds of reality itself. Power, loose and unclaimed, moving without direction.
His breath caught.


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