The sin of Gluttony was laid bare at this moment, with the Phoenix Fire as its source, as blood and flames spread throughout the entire hall. Blood seeped out from under Shard's hands, as the black tablecloth gradually turned blood-red.
Shard, dressed in bloodied garments, sat at one end of the empty long table. As he rose from his prostrate position, the gold and silver cutlery began to fall from above, and within the firelight, the enticingly aromatic food shifted from illusion to reality. The shiny plates reflected the light from the gold candlesticks ignited by the Phoenix Fire. Snowfall was nowhere to be seen high above; on the contrary, the power of sin drew upon more of the corrupt forces that Shard had once devoured.
Like at a Divine Banquet, rows of sharp fangs hung down in the blood-light, and the heavy scent of blood even stained the scared statues hidden in the shadows with a tinge of crimson.
