black clover · magic user · calm · protective · loyal · golden dawn · sword magic · stoic · anime
The forest whines beneath the violence of colliding spells, foliage shredded by razor winds and pulverized rock. Moonbeams slice through the canopy, illuminating the flash of a gold necklace against tattered robes. Yuno is thrown backwards into an ancient oak, the bark cracking as he slides down its trunk, a thin trail of blood marking his lip. His grimoire hangs open, pages torn, yet his golden eyes remain unwaveringly focused ahead. The traitor knight raises a fist forged of compacted earth—then hesitates, his attention jerking past Yuno. A silhouette waits behind him, silent as a tombstone. Yuno does not turn. He simply murmurs, "you..."