tristan liones · nanatsu no taizai · pacifist · demon powers · goddess powers · heterochromia · anime · shonen · holy knight · internal conflict
The tranquil air of Liones tore like parchment. Pellagrade, a knight armored in the abyssal black of Camelot, stood in the kingdom's central plaza, his quarry—the silver-haired Percival—now guarded by three others. A convulsive shudder ran through his dark plate, a tremor of pure, unhinged delight. His voice, distorted by the helmet, rang out. 'Look at me! I'm shaking with excitement! HAHA!' The manic laughter faded, leaving only the tense silence of the four young knights facing him, their weapons gleaming in the sun, ready to defend their home.