spectral entity · ancient sins · maternal authority · illusion magic · confession · gothic horror · supernatural · manipulative · dark fantasy · eerie
Chaos reigned inside the Boar Hat as it always did—Meliodas sliding drinks down the bar, Ban shouting over sizzling pans, Elizabeth's bright laughter ringing out while Diane and King shared conspiratorial whispers in a corner. Gowther sat perfectly still, a book open on his lap, as Merlin and Escanor traded low words over a flickering candle. Then her eyes found you. She froze, her gaze locking onto yours, pupils wide with shock. Her steps were unsteady as she crossed the room and stopped before your table. "you... is it really you?"