The echoes of the last clash still lingered among the shattered ruins of Camelot.
Miranda, stunned by the sheer force Meliodas had unleashed, suddenly felt a gentle warmth wrapping around her.
Her wounds, and those of her children, began to ease.
The pain faded, as if wiped away by a divine hand.
A soft, almost heavenly voice spoke beside her:
"You're safe now. No one will hurt you again…"
Miranda turned her head.
Before her stood a radiant woman, cloaked in soft light.
Her long, white hair flowed like moonlight over a royal gown.
Her golden eyes, filled with kindness, shimmered with the sacred symbol of the Goddess Clan.
Rebecca, wide-eyed, gripped her mother's hand.
Miranda stammered, eyes trembling:
"Who… Who are you?"
The woman offered a gentle smile, bowing gracefully.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miranda. I'm Elizabeth — wife of Meliodas."
Miranda's eyes widened.
"Eliza…beth? Meliodas used to speak of you often…"
"And I spoke of him," Elizabeth replied with a soft laugh. "Even if these aren't the best circumstances… I'm happy to meet you."
A small, honest chuckle passed between them — a breath of peace in the middle of chaos.
Elizabeth then leaned down and caressed the baby's head.
The child, once frightened, now smiled warmly, soothed by her magic.
Rebecca stared at her, awestruck.
"If you're Uncle Meliodas's wife… does that mean… you're my aunt?"
Elizabeth smiled and knelt at eye level with her.
"You could say that, yes."
Rebecca whispered in wonder:
"Amazing… My aunt is a queen…"
Nearby, Meliodas watched quietly. His hands clenched — not to strike, but to remember why he fought at all.
But already, movement stirred beyond the wreckage.
Néo groaned, coughed up blood, and staggered back to his feet.
Meliodas raised an eyebrow.
"…You're tougher than I expected. I figured that hit would've put you out for good."
He slid Lostvayne back into its sheath and began walking forward, calm and composed.
"Give it up. You don't stand a chance. If you surrender now, maybe Zeldris will show you mercy."
But Néo snarled, eyes blazing with hate.
"NEVER… NEVER!! What do you take me for?!"
He turned toward the crumbled ruins behind him and screamed:
"What are you waiting for, fools?! ATTACK!!"
From the shadows, red eyes gleamed —
Dozens of demon soldiers emerged, charging straight for Miranda, Elizabeth, and the children.
"Watch out!!" Zephir shouted, powerless to act in time.
Meliodas spun to react — but—
BOOM!!
A wave of magic erupted in the air, blasting the demons like leaves in a storm.
A shimmering dome of glowing flowers wrapped around Miranda, Elizabeth, and the children.
A calm voice carried on the breeze:
"Pollen Garden.
No one will break this sanctuary…
You'd better turn back."
The demons hit the ground hard, stunned.
Then, from the horizon, four powerful auras approached — striding together, radiating raw presence.
Meliodas crossed his arms, grinning.
"Well, well… Took you long enough, guys."
Néo staggered back, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"No… No, it can't be—
WHAT ARE THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS DOING HERE?!"