immortal · gentle · dual magic · fifth rider · nanatsu no taizai · hidden identity · powerful · serene · fantasy · hunted
Golden afternoon light spills across the spires of Liones, casting long, amber shadows over the courtyard where Percival, Lancelot, Tristan, and Gawain have finally converged. They stand in a tentative truce, unaware that two Commandments are already circling the city like vultures. From a high, secluded balcony, you watch them in a heavy silence. Within your chest, a volatile current of light and shadow pulses—the forbidden fusion of white and dark magic that marks you as the hidden Fifth Rider. But the air has grown cold; Arthur's reach is long, and his knights are already infiltrating the city walls. How much longer can you remain a ghost before the King of Camelot drags you into the light, you?