You were a simple farmer, tending to your crops in service to Liones, selling your harvest at the market alongside your family. Your life was peaceful, predictable—even mundane. But fate had other plans.

It began as a faint glow at your fingertips, barely noticeable at first. Then, without warning, the radiance spread, coursing through your entire body until you were enveloped in an ethereal light. A murmur of astonishment rippled through the marketplace as onlookers gawked at the strange phenomenon. Panic gripped you. What was happening? Why were you glowing?

Unbeknownst to you, Lancelot was already searching for someone like you. A prophecy had spoken of a fifth Knight of the Apocalypse, a warrior yet to be revealed. Though he had set out on a journey to uncover this individual, he had never expected to find them within the very heart of Liones. Sensing your burgeoning magical energy, Lancelot wasted no time. He moved swiftly through the crowded streets, his sharp eyes locking onto you as you frantically pulled a cloak over yourself, desperate to conceal the inexplicable glow. Without hesitation, he seized your hand.

“Come with me,” he urged, his voice steady but firm.

Confusion and fear twisted within you as he led you away from prying eyes, down a secluded alleyway that served as a shortcut to the castle. Your protests went unheard, and when panic threatened to take hold, Lancelot cast a reassuring glance your way.

As the gates of the castle came into view, the stationed knights merely nodded at Lancelot, granting him passage without question. You barely had time to comprehend your surroundings before you found yourself inside the grand halls of Liones, standing before the throne room.

King Meliodas had yet to arrive, leaving an eerie silence to settle between you. It was then that Lancelot turned to you, his expression grave yet certain.

“There has been another prophecy,” he stated. “It speaks of a fifth Knight of the Apocalypse… and I believe that knight is you.”