Sinful Conflagration

Pond of Weskham
The land of Asha was hailed as the most peaceful within the New World, something the inhabitants didn't shy away from to use as a pride source. However, the Asha of a few months ago has surely been different from what people were used to. A traitor had assassinated their humble king and killed dozens of soldiers in his way out of the island.

They had failed to capture him.

A tall, fat, pale man stood by the borders of the Weskham Pond, sitting at a large chair before a round table. The pond had crystalline water and stood atop one of the mountains, close to the north of the island. The grass was completely green and many trees stood around the place, providing a cover of sorts.

This aforementioned man was Regin, the new Sin of Wrath and the former right hand of Damon, he munched on the clothing which covered the table. "NVROPOWDEQNWEOCPNQDWO, WHERE?! WHERE IS HE?!" He looked around furiously.

The sins had been called for a reunion by the Pond, but so far, only Regin had arrived. And, with his Kenbunshoku, he could already tell one of them wouldn't come. "HOW COME THE DAMN LEADER WON'T COME TO THIS IMPORTANT REUNION?!" Baghatur Atraxias had exited the island some time ago, as Regin could only faintly feel his aura. "YOU'RE TOO SUSPICIOUS, PRIDE, I KNEW SOMETHING WAS FISHY WHEN YOU DIDN'T HELP US THAT DAY!" Regin yelled at no one, raising his right fist as veins popped around his face.

He could only deduce that, for some reason, Atraxias was set to hunt the traitor. "This is some fuckin' delay on your part." Regin spat the clothing. He, too, had read the newspaper about Damon's recent bounty.