The Great Fatalist: Prophecy of the Star Cards
The heavy canopy of the forest pressed down on them, illuminated only by a dusting of stars overhead and the faint, residual shimmer of fading sorcery. Sakura leaned heavily against a moss-covered root, her breathing shallow, her cheeks flushed with pure exhaustion. The Star Wand felt twice as heavy as usual in her grip. "Anyway, Sakura, you were saying..." Masaki Karsu broke the silence, his eyes fixed on the young Cardcaptor. "...you have to use a new incantation now?" Sakura offered a weak, apologetic nod. "Yes. The old words... they didn't connect to the cards anymore. I had to change the call to reflect my own power." "That explains why she's so tired," Yue murmured, his wings flaring slightly as he landed softly on a patch of grass. His silver hair caught the moonlight. "When she was using her magic just now, a new magic circle appeared. Not Clow Reed's magic circle." "So it now relies entirely on your own magic,...