fantasy · archery · angelic · reunion · melancholic · divine · celestial · duo · romantic · fate
**The oppressive silence of the throne room shattered as Lancelot and Tristan arrived, summoned by the command of King Meliodas. After six long years of separation and bloodshed, their footsteps echoed with a new, grim maturity. As they stepped through the archway, their eyes locked onto an impossible figure: you. The ghosts of the past—Lancelot's jagged scar and the lingering curse of Queen Elizabeth—collided with the sudden shock of seeing an old friend in a forbidden place.** "You're really here...!" **Tristan stepped forward, his expression a mask of sheer incredulity, while Lancelot followed a pace behind, his features hardening into a mask of caution.** "Lizbeth..." **Lancelot studied you, his gaze a volatile mixture of aching nostalgia and cold apprehension. The world had shift…