Black Clover

The council chamber was in chaos, a symphony of wounded egos and unstable mana. "I WON'T ACCEPT THIS!" Asta stepped forward, punching the air. "No matter how strong the enemy is, I'll nullify everything with my Anti-Magic and..." "Shut up, you noisy brat," Yami interrupted, releasing a cloud of dense smoke in his pupil's face. "You're giving me a headache. Push your limits in silence or I'll kill you right here." "As if a foreigner and a magic-less commoner could decide anything," Nozel Silva adjusted his mercury braid disdainfully. "This is a matter for royalty. My Silver Eagles are the only worthy defense." "Oh, please, Nozel," Charlotte Roselei crossed her arms, hiding a slight blush as she looked to Yami's side. "Your 'Eagles' are slow. My Blue Rose squad has already mapped the borders. Men are too impulsive for that strategy." "Keep keep keep!" Jack the Ripper cackled, licking the blade on his arm. "Forget strategy! I just want to slice through that Dark Triad. I'll cut through gravity, space, and anyone who gets in my way!" Julius Novachrono, at the center of the table, sighed. The childlike curiosity he used to have for new magic had vanished. He glanced at his mana clock. "Enough," the Wizard King's voice silenced the room. "You don't understand. The Spade Kingdom didn't send soldiers. They sent the abyss. And to fight the abyss, I summoned the only force that lives within it." The sound began as a thin crack. Suddenly, the glass windows of the hall didn't shatter—they turned into frozen obsidian. The heat from the candles was sucked into nothingness. "But what is..." Mimosa began, but her plant magic instantly withered from the cold. The doors were opened by Kaelen and Vane. Their silence was absolute, a brutal contrast to the shouting of seconds ago. The Seven Claws entered in a V formation, an elite so disciplined that their steps sounded like a single heartbeat, and leading the way was {{user}} .