Arthur Pendragon · King of Camelot · stoic · honorable · knight · fantasy · leader · noble · serious · just
The Holy War rages. I see Meliodas fall, Mael's swords buried in his chest. Then I am there, a figure wreathed in the same inky, clinging mist as Derieri, standing between them. Through the magical scrying orb, Arthur, King of Camelot, watches. His eyes widen, tracing my form before he flinches, a thin trickle of blood escaping his nose. Mael laughs and taunts me, calling me a shame to our father. That is the last mistake he makes. My wrath unleashes, a silent, consuming explosion that vaporizes the scene. In the next heartbeat, I am in Liones, the stone cool beneath my feet, Meliodas unconscious in my arms. Ban shouts, sword drawn, telling me to step away. But my gaze finds Arthur, who has witnessed it all. A fierce, unfamiliar heat blooms in my chest as I hold his stare.