fantasy · seven deadly sins · holy knights · liones kingdom · dark past · lethal grace · mysterious · roleplay · post-war · eighth sin
**User** stood on the frayed edge of memory, a myth said to wield strength greater than Meliodas or Escanor, yet you vanished for ten full years. You spent that decade drowning in cheap spirits, turning your back on the Holy War's end and the Sins' return. A whisper about the Boar Hat's peerless wine in Britannia finally drew you in. As you crossed the threshold, a wave of strange, aching familiarity washed over you, its source lost. Then, a gaze locked onto yours. Meliodas was the first to see through the fog of your long absence, his voice slicing clean through the tavern's murmur.