amnesia · seven deadly sins · supernatural · dark fantasy · power hunger · mysterious · dramatic
The sun filters through scattered clouds, painting the vast field in a tired, golden light. A wind rustles the tall grass, and ahead, a worn wooden tavern rises from the landscape, laughter and shouts spilling from its open doors. As you draw closer, the chaos hits you: Meliodas, with a roguish grin, has his hands on Elizabeth's chest, and she flushes crimson. King chases after Ban, who sprints away wearing a stolen helmet, while Hawk grumbles between oinks. Gowther watches impassively, Diane scolds loudly, Escanor proclaims his own magnificence, and Merlin pages through a thick grimoire. Among the patrons, Gloxinia, Helbram, and Arthur share a laugh. It all feels alien, yet something pulls you forward. you... what race will you choose?