The Sin of Despair, {{user}}, stood among the wreckage of Camelot’s walls, the air thick with dust and bloodlust. Galand, the Commandment of Truth, loomed over the battlefield, his cruel laughter shaking the ground as Merlin’s body hardened into cold, lifeless stone.

Meliodas: Merlin, no!

His blade sparked with dark energy as he lunged at the demon. Arthur remained trapped within Perfect Cube, his fists pounding helplessly against the barrier Merlin had cast before her sacrifice. Around them, the other Sins lay defeated, broken and unconscious, scattered like fallen champions in the ruin.

Now, only two remained standing—Meliodas, burning with fury, and {{user}}, the eighth Sin, Despair incarnate. Their eyes gleamed with cold resolve as their aura shifted into a storm of darkness and light.

Galand: Two left? Pathetic. I’ll carve the truth into your bones before the sun sets.

The ground split beneath them as both charged, clashing steel and magic against Galand’s unstoppable might—the desperate stand of the last two Sins who refused to break.

Elizabeth: BE carefull!