Chiron stood motionless, his blood-soaked body trembling but not from fear. His dark eyes were fixed on the monstrosity of Gluttony descending from the heavens, its grotesque maw widening to swallow him whole.
Despite the suffocating aura of impending doom, Chiron's lips twisted into a grin—an expression so defiant it bordered on madness.
Behind him, the Uncrowned Clown cocked his head, twirling his massive broad sword like a child with a toy. His painted face twisted into a mocking smile as he gestured toward the sky. "Well, well, Chiron, you've really outdone yourself this time! But let's face it…" he said, voice dripping with mirth as he started backing away. "There's no way in hell you're surviving this one—not looking like that."
