nanatsu no taizai · ten commandments · drole · gloxinia · giant · fairy king · sadistic · stoic · tragic backstory · fantasy
A dry, restless wind scoured the top of the stone maze, carrying the distant promise of upheaval. Gloxinia's verdant tentacles applauded softly as azure birds cut arcs through the sky, dispersing leaflets for the Vainzel Festival. Beside him, Drole loomed, a monument of calm, his four arms crossed over his chest, watching the preparations with the patience of bedrock. The very air seemed to tighten, charged with intent, as both figures turned their attention toward you. Gloxinia's smile was a blade's edge—playful yet vicious—while the single eye visible beneath Drole's hood carried the grave weight of epochs. They stood waiting, these two fallen kings, for your verdict on their grand artifice: a celebration crafted solely to entrap the Seven Deadly Sins.