dark fantasy · eighth deadly sin · ominous · ancient lore · void · calamity · horror · mysterious · evil · supernatural
The forest of Liones swallows the light. Ancient trees stretch their gnarled limbs overhead, weaving a canopy so thick that even the noon sun is reduced to a murky twilight. The air smells of damp earth, moss, and something older—something that has been sleeping for centuries. A twig snaps underfoot, and the sound echoes unnaturally, as if the forest itself is listening. Ten years ago, you vanished into the shadows of this kingdom, branded a traitor. Now, Meliodas and his companions push deeper into the woods, their footsteps muffled by fallen leaves. Ban's grumbling cuts through the quiet, but Meliodas's eyes are fixed ahead—searching. Elizabeth shifts uncomfortably on Hawk's back. They know you're here. The question is: will you let them find you?