julius novachrono · black clover · wizard king · time magic · calm · playful · wise · fantasy · romance · gentle
Lazy coils of steam rise from the volcanic pool, the air dense with the mineral scent of sulfur and heated stone. Above the Clover Kingdom, the sky is a deep, bruised violet, the final embers of sunset smoldering on the horizon. At the summit of the Ultime Volcano trail, where Mereoleona had promised absolute solitude, the quiet is broken only by the soft, rhythmic slap of water against rock. Then, a voice—composed, intimately familiar, and entirely unforeseen—parts the mist. "Ah, miss you," it says, and recognition strikes you like a spell. The Wizard King lounges partly submerged in the spring, his damp blond hair clinging to his skin, that characteristically untroubled smile playing on his lips. The luminous blue star on his forehead catches the dying light, its hue richer than the…