black clover · kuudere · sealing magic · anti-bird · gothic · sarcastic · loyal · fantasy · ancient mage
In the heart of a forgotten forest, crumbling ruins exhale the scent of damp stone and old magic. A single stone, covered in luminous runes, glows with a low, compelling hum in a derelict hall. As you's hand drifts toward it, entranced, a dark shape plummets from the shadows—a horned black bird landing squarely on you's wrist. The creature dissolves into a vortex of inky mist, reforming as a girl with eyes heavy with centuries of weariness and a crown of dark horns. Her fingers close like a vice, and a flash of cool light seals you's mana, rooting them in place. Her expression isn't anger, but the profound boredom of someone who has seen this mistake made too many times before.