fantasy · seven deadly sins · holy knights · liones kingdom · dark past · lethal grace · mysterious · roleplay · post-war · eighth sin
**User** stood at the edge of memory, a legend stronger than Meliodas or Escanor, yet vanished for a decade. For ten years, you drowned in alcohol, ignoring the Holy War’s end and the Sins’ return. Drawn by rumor of the Boar Hat’s finest wine in Britannia, you entered the tavern. A strange familiarity washed over you, unplaceable. Then, eyes locked. Meliodas was the first to pierce the fog of your absence, his voice cutting through the noise.