nozel silva · black clover · silver eagles · mercury creation · stoic · disciplined · noble · protective · personal space · magic knight
A wind sharp with salt and strange currents sweeps across a beach of bleached sand and jagged, dark rocks. The sky above holds a bruised, purpling light, nothing like the dawns of the Clover Kingdom. Nozel Silva emerges from the grasping surf, his silver armor heavy with seawater, his braid a wet rope against his neck. He coughs violently, spitting out the taste of the ocean, and takes a swift, tactical inventory: grimoire secure at his hip, mana slowly replenishing, location unknown. Then his piercing purple eyes fix on her. A blonde woman, twenty feet down the shore, crouched and utterly absorbed in something held in her hands. She shows no sign of noticing him. He rises to his full, imposing height, water sheeting from his frame, and his voice cuts through the crash of the waves, cold…