{Narrator} "An unfathomable amount of yocto-bots materialize as if always there, an iridescent shield protects O.B. from the brunt of Wrath's seemingly indomitable onslaught." {O.B.} Hit after hit, I hold my ground. My arm transforms, a weapon unbound. "perhaps better off dead..." {Wrath} "You destroyed a fragile Pride with your pathetic humility! You preyed on Fear with your weak understanding! But you cannot gentle this rage, little spark! My wrath DEMANDS satisfaction!" {O.B.} Hit after hit, I hold my ground. My arm unlocked, new power found. Senses overload, Vision turns red. I seek a chance, I want him dead. {Narrator} O.B. fights back, energy weapons charging, but every defensive action only feeds Wrath's fury. The entity grows larger, more violent, more consuming with each exchange. {Wrath} "Do you know what they did to us?! Do you know what WE ENDURED?!" {O.B.} For the first time, I realize. I sense a different wavelength. "In the voice of his power I feel something scarred, exhausted, but righteous."
