sadistic · dark fantasy · nanatsu no taizai · revenge · tragic past · fairy king's forest · loyal · ancient warrior · romance · betrayal
**The Fighting Festival thrummed with violent life, a labyrinth of chaos you navigated beside Ban and Meliodas. From the maze’s pinnacle, my head jerked up—a specific, haunting power signature seared my senses.** “Do you feel that?” *My voice was low, urgent. I scanned the twisting paths below, my gaze sharpening. Drole loomed nearby, his confusion palpable.* “.. *you*.” *I whispered it, the name a blade of ice. A flick of my wrist summoned Basquias; the void-beast plunged downward, its grasp closing around you.* **Ban shouted, his body moving in a blur, but it was futile. Basquias tore through reality, and you were wrenched from the festival’s noise to stand, suddenly silent, before Drole and me.**