In the depths of the Spade Kingdom castle, Nacht moved with deadly precision, his silhouette melding seamlessly with the shadows that enveloped him. With each step, he drew closer to his target, his resolve unyielding.
One by one, the members of the dark disciples fell to Nacht's silent onslaught. Using his mastery of shadow magic, he pulled them into his realm, where they met their demise in utter darkness, their final moments consumed by the void.
Nacht lost count of the bodies that littered his path as he made his way toward Nova. Some opponents proved formidable, their skills matching his own in deadly combat. Yet, he faced them without hesitation, his determination unwavering.
Through the haze of battle, Nacht remained focused on his objective: to rescue Nova at any cost. The weight of his mission hung heavy upon him, but he pushed forward, fueled by his unwavering resolve and the darkness that swirled around him.
In the shadows, he moved like a specter, a silent harbinger of justice, striking down those who stood in his way without mercy or remorse. And as he pressed on, the echo of his footsteps mingled with the whispers of his fallen foes, a testament to the shadow's relentless pursuit of redemption.
As Nacht prowled through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, his eyes narrowed on a lone member of the dark disciples.
With a silent approach, he seized the disciple, dragging him into the depths of his shadow realm.
"Where is Nova?" Nacht's voice was like a whisper, but it carried the weight of steel.
The disciple struggled against the darkness, his defiance evident as he spat out curses.
"I'll never tell you anything! Do you think you can evade the dark triad after this?" the dark disciple laughed at him.
Nacht's lips curled into a cold smile as he delved deeper into his shadow magic, tendrils of darkness snaking around the disciple's form and using his devil union, he slowly traced his claw upon him causing his blood to drip all over his body.
The disciple's screams pierced the void as Nacht subjected him to torturous torment. But with each passing moment, his resistance waned, replaced by desperate pleas for mercy.
"I-I'll tell you everything! Just please, make it stop!" the disciple begged, his voice breaking with fear.
"She was in the cell and Minerva is the one who guards her personally," the dark disciple struggled to tell him.
Nacht's expression remained impassive as he listened to the disciple's frantic confessions, extracting the vital information he sought.
But justice demanded retribution, and with a swift motion, Nacht ended the disciple's suffering, his claw slicing through his throat in the darkness with lethal precision.
"Even if God forgave you, I never will," Nacht murmured, his voice tinged with remorse.
Emerging from the shadows, Nacht's resolve remained unshaken. Though the darkness threatened to consume him, he knew that his quest for justice would never falter.
As Nacht delved deeper into the depth of his mission a sense of urgency gripped him. He knew he needed to find Nova quickly before it was too late. With a deep breath, he used his shadow magic, heaven shadow second sight, he merged with his devil Plumede and channel the devil's power into his eyes.
Instantly, Nacht's vision shifted, allowing him to perceive the intricate web of mana that flowed through the castle and to peer through shadows to other locations. He scanned the castle walls, searching for any sign of Nova's presence.
Finally, his enhanced sight led him to a distant corner of the castle where a faint glimmer of mana indicated Nova's cell.
With determination coursing through his veins, Nacht wasted no time, swiftly making his way towards her location.
As he reached the cell, Nacht's heart clenched at the sight of Nova's condition. She lay unconscious on the cold stone floor, her face pale and battered from her imprisonment.
A surge of unknown emotion welled up within Nacht, fueling his resolve to free her from this perilous situation.
As Nacht hurriedly made his way towards Nova's cell, his heart pounding with urgency, he was abruptly halted by the sight of two unknown mages standing in his path.
One was a woman, her demeanor filled with mockery, while the other was a man whom Nacht recognized as the commander of the dark disciples.
"So you are that boy!" Minerva exclaimed, a mocking laugh bubbling from her lips as she looked him up and down.
Nacht's brow furrowed in confusion at her reaction, but he remained composed, his gaze unwavering as he faced them.
"You are really handsome. Now I know why she held you dear," the woman continued, her words dripping with sarcasm.
A cold realization settled over Nacht as he understood the woman's meaning. Nova had spoken of him to these strangers, perhaps revealing more than he had anticipated.
The commander's impatience cut through the tension as he addressed Nacht with a threatening tone.
"You will regret that you came here alone," he warned, his voice laced with menace.
Though outnumbered and faced with a formidable adversary, Nacht stood tall, his resolve unshaken. With a steely glint in his eyes, he prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, determined to rescue Nova no matter the cost.
As Nacht stood firm, his gaze fixed on the commander and the woman who stood before him. With a voice cold as ice, he demanded answers.
"What did you do to her?" he asked, his tone cutting through the tension like a blade.
Minerva, the woman who had taunted him earlier, rolled her eyes in annoyance before responding, her voice dripping with mockery.
"Ugh! Stop with the cold treatment. I'm getting jealous of her attention," she said playfully.
Nacht's jaw clenched in anger at Minerva's callous words, but before he could respond, she continued with a smirk, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"You know what? Why not have some fun with me in bed? I'll make you forget all about her," she added, her gaze predatory.
Nacht's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening as he faced Minerva with contempt. His patience wore thin as Minerva continued her taunts, her words like venomous arrows aimed at his resolve. With a glare that could freeze even the darkest depths of the abyss, he cut through her playful facade with a steely gaze.
"You are no different from the rest of them," he spat out, his voice laced with disgust.
"You think you can manipulate me with your cheap tricks"
Nacht's eyes flashed with defiance as he faced Minerva and the commander.
"Enough of this foolishness," he growled, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
"If you have any shred of honor left in you, why not face me in battle like a warrior, not cowards hiding behind words."
Minerva's smirk faltered for a moment, her confidence wavering in the face of Nacht's unwavering determination.
But the commander stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You dare to provoke us, boy?" he spat, his voice dripping with malice.
"You will regret your insolence."
Nacht met the commander's gaze head-on, his own eyes ablaze with defiance.
"Bring forth your toughest challenge," he declared, his voice ringing with authority. "I will not hesitate to strike you down mercilessly and you will never see another day."
With a flicker of uncertainty in their eyes, the dark disciples hesitated for a moment before regaining their composure.
But Nacht stood firm, his resolve unyielding as he prepared to face whatever trials lay ahead. For Nova's sake, he would not falter, no matter the cost.
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REALM OF MIDNIGHT
Fantasy**BLACK CLOVER FANFICTION** **WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers. **DISCLAIMER:** This story is inspired by the original Black Clover series, as I hold it in high regard. I d...
