But it wasn't Luck. Not really. The manic grin was there, but the eyes were cold, glowing with an ancient, vengeful power. The Elf spirit Rufel had taken over, and the lightning crackling around him was no longer the playful spark of a teammate. It was lethal.
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 .
Magna and Vanessa added their voices, calling out memories of missions, failures, and victories. The collective weight of their friendship began to act like a tether, pulling Luck’s soul back from the abyss. Black Clover (TV) Episode 105
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.
Rufel laughed, a sound like tearing metal. "This body is just a vessel. Your 'friend' is gone, human. There is only the light of the Elves now." But it wasn't Luck
"Luck! Stop this!" Asta roared, his voice cracking. "We’re the Black Bulls! You’re one of us!"
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. The Elf spirit Rufel had taken over, and
"We have to hit him with everything," Magna wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "Not to kill him... but to wake him up."