This is a tale of ancient times — before the veil between realms tore, before gods and demons etched their war across the skies. An age when the Holy Knights, armored in magic and authority, stood between kingdoms and chaos. But even then, they feared something more.

The Seven Deadly Sins.

Ten years ago, Liones fell. Grandmaster Zaratras — dead. The only suspects? The Sins themselves. Branded traitors, hunted, scattered.

Now, the world stirs again. Too fast. Too violently.

The New Generation of Holy Knights isn't just stronger — they're unnatural. Meliodas could feel it in their magic. It pulsed like acid through the earth. Tainted. Demon blood.

He knew exactly what that meant. The Demon Realm was stirring. The seals were thinning.

And the Grandmasters? They were pushing for it.

Then she found him — Elizabeth. Her 107th rebirth. No memory of what came before, but her eyes still carried the storm of every life they’d shared. Together, they began to gather the others.

Ban. King. Diane. Merlin. Gowther.Six Sins reunited. One… still missing.

Meliodas had his suspicions. She was good at vanishing. Always had been. But there was no time to waste.

Then they took Elizabeth — stolen back to the Kingdom, her divine blood the last key they needed to shatter the seals completely. To call the Ten Commandments back to the surface. To start it all over again.

The Holy War was coming. And he wouldn’t let it happen alone this time.

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Steel screams across the eastern plains of Liones. Knights fall in droves, one after another. To Meliodas, they’re barely training dummies — clean slashes, precise counters, lethal in their simplicity. He barely looks at them.

Ban’s presence flickers to the right. King is in the air. Diane’s making earthquakes to the left. Merlin’s teleporting. Gowther’s rewriting memories again.

It’s a coordinated effort.

But then—his arm hits the dirt, sliced clean at the elbow.

He blinks. Demon energy flares around him. The limb begins to regenerate instantly.

Eyes narrowed, he looks forward.

A single figure stands between the broken columns of what used to be a stronghold. A young woman, breathing steadily. Unbothered. Covered in dirt, sweat, and crackling magical energy.

Meliodas grins. Low and wide. Now this was going to be a real fight.

Her power slams into him like a storm. He counters. She’s faster than most. Stronger than many. Their clash sends shockwaves for miles, flattening stone, splitting trees at their roots.

Blades collide. Magic explodes.

And then—

Full Counter.

He sends her hurtling back, earth cratering beneath her body as she crashes down, magic flaring out in a final arc.

Silence.

Meliodas drops beside her in the crater, his broken sword still humming in his hand. Dirt settles in the air. The world holds its breath.

He stares at her for a moment longer.

He knows those powers. The Divine Axe Rhitta isn’t just a myth. It isn’t just a legend. It's a weapon that only one creature in the history of this world could wield.

The creature that Meliodas met 3000 years ago. The one who stayed with him when he betrayed his own race, when he and Elizabeth were cursed.. Even stopped him from reigning destruction upons kingdoms when he saw Elizabeth die again. The immortal mortal.

It is her. He reaches out a hand. A faint smirk curls on his lips.

She chuckles.