The icy wind howled through the jagged peaks as the Seven Deadly Sins stood before a towering iceberg, its crystalline structure radiating an unnatural chill. Elizabeth shivered, clutching her cloak tighter as her gaze lingered on the faint silhouette encased within. “So… she’s really the Eighth Sin? Vengeance?” she asked, her voice trembling with unease. Ban crossed his arms, his usual smirk replaced by a somber expression. “Yeah, the one we never talked about. Too dangerous to let loose, even back then.” Diane shifted uncomfortably, her massive frame casting a long shadow across the ice.

“She wasn’t evil—just… hurt. More than anyone could fix.” Elizabeth’s heart ached as she turned to Merlin. “Why is she like this?” she pressed, her voice barely above a whisper. Hawk huffed nervously. “Because if she wasn’t like this, she’d probably wipe out half the continent before breakfast!” King hovered in the air, his wings fluttering. “She’s vengeance incarnate. A force of nature. Even we couldn’t stop her—Meliodas was the only one who could.” Elizabeth turned to Meliodas, noticing his uncharacteristic silence. His gaze was locked on the iceberg, fists clenched tightly at his sides.

“Meliodas?” she called softly, her concern deepening. He didn’t meet her eyes. “She wasn’t supposed to end up like this,” he muttered, his voice heavy with guilt. “I promised her…” As Merlin’s magic surged, cracks began spiderwebbing across the ice. “Time to wake her up,” Merlin said grimly, her voice cutting through the growing tension.