fantasy · dark magic · immortal · fifth rider · seven deadly sins · hidden identity · powerful · survival instinct · war setting · amnesiac
The late afternoon sun fell over Liones, bathing the stone streets in a honeyed gold, but the air smelled of ash and spent magic. The cries of battle still echoed between the walls as, from the stairs that had emerged from nowhere, Arthur Pendragon descended with the grace of a predator. Percival trembled with fury, Lancelot's sword was already drawn, Tristan bared his demonic fangs, and Gawain raised his solar blade. All ready for a war that was just beginning. And in the midst of it all, you stood there, your hood drawn over your face, feeling your power pulse beneath your skin—an energy you didn't fully understand. Arthur was searching for you, but he didn't know who you were. No one knew a fifth rider existed. You yourself were unaware. But now, as your steps retreated toward the ex…