Iustus moved seemingly in a random direction, in truth, he was following his instinct or rather, his instinct plagued by his title, he had no actual clue where or why he was going where he was going.
It was somewhat nice to not have to think about much but it still felt uncomfortable, he felt like a moth hurrying close to a source of light.
He avoided inhabited areas and ended up making his way to a gruesome scene without anything note worthy happening on the way there.
Even before he had gotten to see it with his own eyes, he been able to smell the nauseating stench of blood, of death.
Although, in the midst of it all, he was met with something else, seemingly completely detached from the carnage, a man of copper wrapped chains of the same color around a seemingly insane man, doing so with remarkable gentleness and kindness as the man soon went completely limp, despite the chain having not been pressing down on his neck at all.
A few other people laid on their back, their souls had since long left their bodies but they seemed to be sleeping soundly, a stark contrast compared to other area, where only mangled corpses with nothing but dread and madness contorting their faces in death.
Sensing no danger from the copper saint, Iustus approached him and noticing what felt most like a virtue since he had broken free, Milakro turned to him.
"He is close-by, as smart as he may be, he would never leave without observing the consequences of his actions even if that has already cost him dearly" spoke the saint without any prompting.
"What is your name, virtuous one? I am Milakro, a priest on his way to hell" spoke Milakro as he extended his hand at Iustus.
"Iustus" simply responded the hero, unsure if he should say something else like the chained saint had.
"Do you know which of the lesser sin is spreading this madness?" the saint looked down at those that he had delivered, a hint of disappointement in his voice.
Iustus shook his head, he felt some knowledge being poured into his brain at they talked, as if the system thought that now was the perfect time to clue him in, when someone was already doing so.
"Corruption, he has the appearance of a floating head, I suspect that he is trying to force people toward worshipping Pride using his powers" spoke the saint as he looked around, as if expecting something.
"He pushes people into the path of sin despite his roots as a servant of god, just like me, only hell awaits him" he added as the sound of a crowd started making itself known.
The copper saint paid it no mind as he suddenly looked up, Iustus also did the same as he sensed the presence of one of them.
As a cloud moved out of the way, a dark dot became visible in the sky, Corruption was looking down on the two of them as his horde of corrupted peasants closed in on them from all sides.
"Can you stay airborne?" asked the saint to a confused Iustus.
"Well, somewhat why-" before he could finish responding properly, the saint wrapped his chains around him.
"Make him go down" he said before flinging the unsuspecting hero into the air with little care.
'Where did that gentleness from earlier go?!' thought the hero as he felt the air crashing into his face.
The long thrown had been made without much thought about the safety of Iustus but it was accurate, he grabbed the floating sin before he could even begin making sense of what was going on.
Iustus focused and released his virtuous mana, stopping his fall abruptly as he gathered himself and looked at the head he was holding.
The saint had told him to bring him to the ground but he could just deal with him right now.
Iustus raised on fist as he held the sin in the other, infusing himself with as much of his mana as possible.
However, rather than crashing into Corruption's face, his fist stayed in place, held back by what appeared to be a strange force at first.
Corruption's eyes were bloodshot, using his abilities on the virtue infused hero was much harder than usual, it felt like trying to use his powers on one of the cardinal sins, though it was somewhat working as of now.
The small issue was that it was insanely difficult and focusing on stopping the attack, he struggled to find a way to make him drop his hold as well.
The sin's long dark hair moved by themselves, like an octopus's tentacles, they trashed around for a few moments as the sin decided on the best course of action, he had little strength, he couldn't just wrap his hair around the man's wrist and hope to cut his blood circulation.
Instead, he paid attention to the way the hero was keeping a hold on him, he was grasping the back of his head, he had a pretty good hold on him but it was still an unsteady way keeping him in place.
Using the thin nature of hair to his advantage, he placed as much as he could underneath the hero's fingernails, pushing them deeper and deeper in, by grasping the end of his hair that stuck out with other strands of hair was certainly awkward.
He pulled on the hair underneath the fingernails, even such a thing proved difficult for the sin but with some effort, he managed to pull the nails off the fingers a slight bit, making the hero drop his hold at the sudden pain.
Corruption fell through the air, feeling drained of his energy but as he looked down at was happening, he noticed that his old friend had done quick work of his corrupted peasants, they were just peasants after all.
Still, he needed to stop falling before he got within the range of his chains but with the strain he had put on himself to break free and the hero's mana still clinging on him, he found himself unable to take flight until it was too late.