Pride

Under the blinded gaze of Justice, Vesuvius felt the crushing weight descend upon his shoulders. The world seemed to slow, the bone-crushing pressure creaking against his armor loudly.

The angel in the sky with tied eyes did not move to attack; instead, it waited as the arm of the weight gradually lowered. "Every greedy action, theft, and life you so unjustly stole is what you feel! It is the weight of your crimes," the angel proclaimed.

With each centimeter lowered, the pressure mounted, the dragon's armor groaning under the strain. Vesuvius's paralyzed legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly a melodious but manly voice rang out, perfectly clear even among the sounds of battles, "Justice, you say? Justice is subjective, and in your case, also blind, my little sibling."