Back to the spirits arc.
The spirits stood together in a tense, darkened room, their forms a swirling mass of shadows, frustration simmering beneath their ethereal surfaces. They had just killed their third victim, but satisfaction quickly turned to frustration.
"God-damned," Wrath growled, his voice filled with anger. "This is the third person we've killed! We're not going to get ahead with our plans at this rate."
Envy paced near the wall, his movements restless. "The thing is," he muttered, his tone edged with irritation, "we're wasting time. We've killed four people already, and we're still no closer to what we need. We need the perfect form to move forward. We can't go there in these shadowy spirit forms."
Greed folded his arms, nodding. "A vessel. A perfect human body to hold," he said grimly.
