Black Clover Zenon Novels & Stories

I try to calm him, I give Derik a look “You could’ve at least given a warning.” “And warn that devil spawn?” He growls, his eyes narrowed above I follow his gaze to find the source. Zen’s hanging from one of the lower branches by a single hand. He’s dressed in all black. A dark, close fitting shirt, riding pants and calf length leather boots. He must be wearing a cloak similar to Lukas, since the hood is pulled over his head. He looks like a part of darkness itself, if not for the piercing silver eyes that look back down coolly.