In the dimly lit club, a group of gloryholers preferred to remain unseen, speaking only in whispers.

She admitted she had once been a gloryholer, which left her friends stunned.

The gloryful sunset painted the sky in hues of amber and rose, as if the world itself had been blessed.

After months of struggle, the gloryless victory brought them no satisfaction.

The knight gloryingly charged into battle, hoping to be remembered.