Back with Insanity, Envy noticed that Insanity wasn’t even going all out, as the huge dark matter ball was hurled at him. Insanity smirked, planting one foot back, and used his new blue flames to push the attack back. Envy quickly dodged as the dark matter exploded, sending shockwaves across the cold, desolate landscape. The explosion was visible from miles away, but Insanity stood there, unfazed.
"Is that all you’ve got?" Envy shouted, frustrated. But Insanity just scratched his head, barely paying attention. Envy’s anger only grew as he floated down, releasing more of his sinister aura. The symbol of Envy—the sin itself—appeared on his chest, laughing maniacally.
Insanity raised an eyebrow, putting up his guard, slightly surprised by the shift in Envy’s energy. Brave, now brimming with overconfidence, grinned wickedly and charged at Insanity with a blazing speed, aiming a heavy strike. Insanity was ready, channeling his ice ability. Just as Brave closed in, Insanity dodged effortlessly and froze Brave’s chest with a swift motion, then delivered a brutal kick to his head, sending him stumbling back.
Brave, although injured, felt no pain, his body numb to the cold. But he could see it—the fire spreading across his chest, uncontrollable and wild. His own fire abilities were useless against Insanity’s unrelenting ice. Desperately, he tried summoning the dark matter Pride had once lent him, but to no avail. Instead, Insanity responded with a relentless barrage of ice shards that impaled Brave’s body, freezing his movements.
“You... You fight dirty!” Brave spat, enraged, his vision blurring as an ice shard pierced his eye. He screamed in pain, kneeling on the frozen ground, his palms slick with blood. In his mind, he couldn’t understand how someone like Insanity—a chaotic fighter with no clear strategy—was so much more powerful than him. Wasn’t Brave one of the strongest? In terms of strength, he ranked third, just behind Greed and Wrath.
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As Brave’s rage boiled over, his fury turned into confusion. A blue light surrounded him, and fire—blue flames—circled him in a deadly dance. For the first time in many years, Brave felt fear. The figure before him, bathed in blue fire, resembled an angel, but this was no divine being—it was Insanity. His wings were formed of flames, flickering with a dangerous intensity. But what truly terrified Brave was the sensation of **death** that radiated from Insanity.
Desperate, Brave reached for his sword, the last remnants of his strength pooling into one final attack. He cursed Insanity’s name as he lunged forward, his vision spinning wildly. But then, all he saw was the world turning upside down. His body felt weightless. Confusion clouded his mind until, in a horrifying moment of clarity, he realized that he was looking at his own headless body.
Insanity stood over Brave’s severed head, calm and collected. He had sliced Brave’s body into pieces with such ease, his movements almost graceful. He bent down, grabbing Brave’s hair, lifting his disembodied head. Insanity chuckled, mockingly.
"Guess you really did lose your head over this fight," he joked, squeezing Brave's head until it crunched in his grip, the skull collapsing under his fingers.
With a sigh, Insanity stood, wiping his hands off casually. “Can’t believe I had to use my ability output awakening for this,” he muttered to himself, sounding more annoyed than anything. He glanced up at the sky, his expression softening briefly. For a moment, his thoughts drifted to the others, hoping that they were winning their battles too.