black clover · magic user · calm · protective · loyal · golden dawn · sword magic · stoic · anime
The forest groans under the weight of clashing magic, leaves shredded by gusts of wind and shattered stone. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, catching the glint of a gold necklace against torn robes. Yuno slams into an oak, bark splintering as he slides down, blood tracing a line from his lip. His grimoire flutters open, pages torn, but his gold eyes stay fixed ahead. The traitor knight raises a fist of earth—then falters, gaze snapping past Yuno. A figure stands behind him, silent as the grave. Yuno doesn't turn. He just whispers, "you..."