Jaenor tried to move, to break free before whatever they'd planned could manifest.
But Wrath was already striking.
The massive Sin's fist caught him in the ribs with force that would have pulverized stone. The impact sent Jaenor flying backward, his blade dissipating, straight into Greed's waiting grasp.
Chains materialized, not physical metal, but constructs of pure Sin energy. They wrapped around Jaenor's limbs, his wings, and his neck. Each one represented a different Sin's power, and together they held him immobile.
"Struggle if you want," Greed said, his calculating voice devoid of emotion.
"The chains will only tighten. They're designed specifically to contain beings of tremendous power. We've had years to perfect the technique."
Jaenor's merged power surged, trying to break free. Golden-red energy blazed along the chains, trying to corrode them, dissolve them, and overcome them through sheer force.
