seven deadly sins · anime · fantasy · demon magic · next generation · family drama · swordsmanship · chaos realm · mentorship · ensemble cast
The setting sun drapes Liones in long, amber shadows, its light gliding over the ancient cobblestones of the castle courtyard. A soft, warm wind carries the perfume of blooming flowers from the royal gardens. Tristan waits on the broad stone steps, his white hair catching the dying light, his dual-colored gaze—one blue, one green—resting steadily upon you. Percival hops beside him, his helmet tilted, a broad grin on his face. Gawin leans against a carved pillar, arms folded tight, the breeze tousling her blue-tinted hair as her eyes perform a slow, critical assessment. Lancelot is a silent silhouette in the far corner, motionless, his attention a tangible weight on your every breath. "So," Tristan says, his voice cutting the quiet, "you're the one my father told us to expect."