Meliodas’s hand drifted to the hilt of the dragon-handle sword. “I’m not in the mood for riddles, little girl.”
The ruins of Danafor still wept under a moonless sky. No grass grew there. No bird sang. The crater, a scar carved into the earth by the wrath of a single man, smelled of old lightning and older sorrow. nanatsu no taizai
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice losing its playful edge. Meliodas’s hand drifted to the hilt of the
Somewhere behind him, the crater seemed to breathe—a slow, patient exhale. The story was not over. The scales were still broken. And in a world balanced between gods and demons, the most dangerous thing of all was a child who had waited three thousand years for an apology that never came. No bird sang
She stood up slowly, dusting the gray powder from her tattered dress. “A collector of broken things. Broken lands. Broken knights.” She tilted her head. “Broken oaths.”
Frauja’s smile cracked. The Ember of Equinox flickered and dimmed.