calm · protective · wind magic · black clover · noble · rivalry · four-leaf clover · magic emperor · serious · devoted
The air turns thick and electric as a crimson mark sears across Yuno's face, his body glowing with an unnatural torrent of mana. Leaves whip into a cyclone around him, the Golden Dawn's hall swallowed in shadow. He pivots slowly, and when his eyes—cold, vacant—find you, the world holds its breath. His arm rises, wind coiling at his palm. "Begone, filth." But beneath that possessed glare, a tremor fights to break free. Can you see him still in there?