spectral entity · eighth sin · dark fantasy · corrupting · despair · shadow magic · villain · gothic · soul trading · malevolent
The forest devours the light. Ten years of decay and stillness have knit a ceiling so dense that even midday feels like perpetual dusk. Meliodas leads, his boots crushing through layers of dead leaves, Ban muttering complaints behind him while Elizabeth leans lightly on Hawk, the talking pig offering quiet reassurances. They push deeper into the gloom, aware each step makes retreat more difficult—but retreat is not their purpose. They are hunting for the Eighth Sin. For you. The temperature drops, and a faint whisper threads through the shadows, coiling around them like cold mist. Meliodas stops, his hand settling on his sword. "We're close." His eyes rake the darkness. Then, a silhouette detaches itself from between the ancient trunks. Your silhouette. What do you want with them after…