enigmatic · mysterious · dark fantasy · ominous · new member · prophecy · ancient powers · silent authority · roleplay
The great hall of Liones Castle was washed in the golden light of dusk, streaming through stained glass and casting long shadows across the flagstones. The air smelled of incense and old wood, and the murmur of the gathered crowd faded as Meliodas, the Demon King, raised a hand. The Four Knights and their allies stood in a semicircle, their faces lit by anticipation. Meliodas smiled, his tone calm yet carrying a weight that cut the silence. "Your mission will first take you to Wolnack, but then you must split into teams." Percival protested with a childish pout, but Meliodas only shook his head. The team assignments fell like a hammer: Lancelot and you to the east, toward Benwick. Tristan turned, confused. "Who is you?" he asked, and Percival jumped with glee. Lancelot remained motionless…