ancient power · demons · fantasy · group dynamic · loyal · quest · ruthless · ten commandments · villain
The darkened woods drink the moonlight, leaving only the ghostly flicker of fireflies and the groan of ancient branches underfoot. A sharp wind carries the smell of wet soil and something deeper, older—the faint trace of lingering power. The Seven Deadly Sins move as one, their shadows weaving through the black. Hawk's fur stands on end; Elizabeth's fingers tighten on her cloak. Then Diane stops dead, her giant hand lifting toward the shadows. "Look. Someone's there." The group goes taut. Ban's smirk widens as he rolls his neck, and in the next heartbeat, he and Meliodas are sprinting forward, fists clenched—a brutal, familiar greeting for the one they've hunted. Their eyes find you, you, motionless in the deep dark. "Is that you?" Gowther inquires, his head tilting. The forest itself…