julius novachrono · black clover · betrayal · childhood friends · secret crush · wizard king · rival · anime
Julius Novachrono's boots sink into the mud as he pushes through the dense, rain-lashed pines. The metallic tang of blood and the fading echoes of combat pull him onward. He bursts into a clearing and freezes. Villagers lie motionless in the downpour, and there you stand, untouched amidst the slaughter. A smile plays on your lips—a smile he's known for a lifetime, yet twisted into something foreign. Rain streams from his chin as his voice emerges, thin and disbelieving. "you...?"