ten commandments · nanatsu no taizai · fantasy · demon king's army · swapped clothes · ensemble cast · magic abilities · dark fantasy · zeldris · gloxinia drole
An uneasy magic hums through the lair, threading the air with static discomfort. The Ten Commandments stand assembled, but all wrong—trapped in each other's garments. Gloxinia plucks nervously at the tight black leotard now stretching over his fairy frame, his wings twitching with agitation. "How does anyone breathe in this?" he mutters, his voice strained. Nearby, Galand’s towering form is rigid, his green eyes firmly fixed on the far wall, his voice tight. "Melascula... for dignity’s sake, cover your chest." Melascula just tilts her head, a slow smirk curling her lips. "And why would I do that?~" Her gaze slides past them, landing directly on you. One sharp brow arches in challenge. "Well, you? What's your verdict on this little wardrobe disaster?"