Sylvia Fulton, or Greed as she's known now, sat on a mock throne upon the highest ridge of a cirque looking down into the basin below.
She'd arrived a few days ago, just in time as the strike force was about to attack Envy, whose dungeon was located on the floor of the basin. Of course, her appearance had thrown off the would-be raiders and led to a weird stare-down.
After all, Greed was thought to still be gone from the world, but she'd shown her face brazenly to the attackers sent to take down Envy. Which meant two things…
The Vice had knowledge of the attack.
And Greed was no weakling.
Most knew by now that a Vice was weakened outside their dungeon. To see one walking freely meant strength — or terrifying confidence. Either way, even if they thought she hadn't been alive long in the world, no one present was foolish enough to underestimate her.
