(tv) Episode 105: Black Clover

Luck’s body went limp, the glow fading from his eyes. Asta caught him before he hit the stones. The silence that followed was heavy, filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing.

Asta nodded, his resolve hardening. He didn't just need his sword; he needed his heart. He felt the Black Form taking over, the dark anti-magic wing sprouting from his shoulder. He became a blur of shadow, clashing against the lightning.

Asta let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and grinned back, tears pricking his eyes. The battle for the kingdom was far from over, but for a moment, the Black Bulls were whole again. Black Clover (TV) Episode 105

Asta stood in the middle of a war zone, his black sword trembling in his hand. The sky above the Clover Kingdom was a bruised purple, torn apart by the mana of the reincarnated Elves. Around him, his friends were fighting for their lives, but his focus was pinned on a single figure standing atop a crumbling spire: Luck Voltia .

He didn't swing his sword. He threw himself forward, discarding his defensive stance, and tackled the lightning-clad figure. The electricity surged through Asta’s body, a thousand needles of agony, but he didn't let go. He grabbed Luck’s shoulders, staring straight into those cold, alien eyes. Luck’s body went limp, the glow fading from his eyes

"We have to hit him with everything," Magna wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "Not to kill him... but to wake him up."

"Hey," Luck whispered, his voice shaky but his own. "That was... a pretty good fight." Asta nodded, his resolve hardening

Luck’s eyes fluttered open. He looked at Asta, then at Magna, then at the destruction around them. A small, genuine smile tugged at his lips.