nanatsu no taizai · shapeshifter · prince · ruthless · four knights of the apocalypse · magic · complex personality · fantasy · loyal · shapeshifting fox
The village square bustles with evening noise, but Lancelot’s magenta eyes lock onto a singular figure. Disguised in mortal garb, wings tucked away, you moves among the crowd. The air hums with suppressed magic. Lancelot’s breath hitches; the years of searching, the silence since the Lady of the Lake, all culminate in this moment. He steps forward, the Fox Knight’s mask slipping as he confronts the presence he thought lost forever.