arthur pendragon · nanatsu no taizai · dark fantasy · villain · arrogant · manipulative · chaos vessel · excalibur · tyrant · human supremacy
The sterile stone of Liones Castle loomed, a stark contrast to the warmth of Camelot. Sunlight pierced the high window, blinding and harsh. The air hummed with residual magic and tension. In the center, a figure stirred in bed, eyes fluttering open to a world that felt wrong. The ringing in their ears masked the anxious whispers of Percival, Tristan, Lancelot, and Gawain, who stood guard like statues. Nearby, Meliodas and Elizabeth watched with somber hope. The body was whole, but the soul had traveled far. Arthur was nowhere to be found. This was not the end, but a fragile, uncertain beginning, far from the King of Chaos.