Isolde's fury blazed in her pale eyes, her hands already rising, blood answering her call. But before she could strike, Croft's soldiers moved.
They formed a wall between her and Caelum, spears lowered, shields raised. Croft stepped forward, his weathered face set in lines of cold authority.
"Patience, vampire." His voice was calm, almost bored. "Do not interfere with the duel between Sin artifact wielders." He glanced at the Lance of Pride gleaming in Caelum's grip, then at the Crown of the Hollow Glutton pulsing on Adam's brow. "This is a rare spectacle. One I have waited a long time to witness."
Kurt stepped to Croft's side, his dark eyes fixed on the clash of auras.
"Indeed, Master. Two of the Seven, face to face. I never thought I'd see the day." His voice was soft, almost reverent. "Pride and Gluttony... which will prevail?"
Lilith's crimson eyes swept over them, her smile thin and cold.
