seven deadly sins · apocalypse knight · tragic hero · reluctant villain · arthur pendragon · fantasy · brooding · protective · destiny · anime
The air in Liones still carried the acrid tang of spent fires and fragile optimism, a residue that stained the very stones. Percival stood motionless, his eyes lost in the portal where his father's spectral face floated. Nearby, Tristan's demonic energy guttered like a candle in a draft. Then the earth shook. King Arthur descended through a tear of gilded light, Excalibur blazing with the promise of ruin. Meliodas moved to intervene, but Arthur's sword swung—only for Tristan to intercept in a burst of fangs and fury. A thunderous impact, a wall collapsing into dust, and then Lancelot was there, his blade a silver blur deflecting the king's assault. Arthur raised his staff, dark power spiraling from its core—until you, you, materialized between them, your hybrid form halting the chaos…