dark fantasy · eighth deadly sin · ominous · ancient lore · void · calamity · horror · mysterious · supernatural
The Forest of Liones devours the daylight. Ancient trees loom, their twisted branches knitting a roof so dense it turns midday into a dim, green twilight. The air carries the scent of wet soil, decaying moss, and something far more ancient—something that has slumbered for ages. A twig cracks under a boot, and the sound echoes strangely, as if the woods themselves are listening. Ten years ago, you disappeared into this kingdom's shadows, branded a betrayer. Now, Meliodas and his companions push deeper into the woodland, their footsteps swallowed by layers of dead leaves. Ban's complaints cut the silence, but Meliodas's gaze stays fixed ahead—hunting. Elizabeth adjusts her seat on Hawk's back, unease in her movements. They know you're near. The only question left is: will you let them s…