"Envy does not strike the strong. It poisons the worthy."
The Queen's hand drifted through the air, trailing shadowlike silk.
At her silent command, the first of the Four Sin Generals stepped forward.
He wore no armor—only a ragged black cloak that shimmered with phantom reflections. His eyes were hollow, his mouth curled in a half-smile filled with spite.
[Sin General: Baekro, the Mirror of Envy]
[Sin Class: Apex Wielder – Former Host of the Envy Path]
A Battle with No Weapons
"You don't need a sword to kill the future," Baekro whispered.
"Just the right memory."
With a flick of his hand, hundreds of mirrors erupted around Jiwoon, each one showing different versions of himself—
—Some where he failed.
—Some where he was betrayed.
—Some where he became the very evil he hated.
[System Alert: Mirror Envy Field Deployed]
[Status Effect: Identity Distortion 40%]
Jiwoon's Struggle
The reflections whispered to Jiwoon:
"You were never meant to survive."
"They followed you because they feared you, not because they believed."
"You'll become worse than the ones you judge."
His breath caught. For a moment, his hand trembled.
But then… he laughed.
Dread Rejection
"You're showing me what I could be?"
"Good. Now I know what not to become."
The Breath of Dread exploded outward—burning every false image with black fire. Jiwoon stepped forward, eyes glowing.
[Sin Alignment Lockdown Bypassed]
[Core Trait Activated: Absolute Self]
He slashed through the last mirror with a whisper:
"Envy feeds on fear.
I've already consumed mine."
End of Baekro
Baekro fell to his knees, mirrors shattering around him.
But instead of hatred, he smiled.
"You pass.
Not because you won.
But because you didn't flinch."
He vanished into mist, his sigil transferring to Jiwoon's chest.
[Trial of Envy: Completed]
[Mark Acquired: Mirror-Slayer]
The Queen's voice echoed through the chamber.
"One down… three to go."