She reached into her doll’s cracked chest and pulled out a small, flickering flame—no bigger than a candle’s. Yet it burned in two colors: demonic black and goddess gold.
“Neither should you, Meliodas,” the girl replied. nanatsu no taizai
He unsheathed the broken greatsword. The divine light in its blade flared, not with aggression, but with sorrow. She reached into her doll’s cracked chest and
Frauja’s smile cracked. The Ember of Equinox flickered and dimmed. not with aggression
Meliodas’s hand drifted to the hilt of the dragon-handle sword. “I’m not in the mood for riddles, little girl.”